And instead of finishing my editing, I'm rapid-texting my brother to yell about Dad. I have invoked Kingpin (aka, the fictional character who, as a kid, killed his abusive dad with a hammer).

Just to be clear, I have no desire to actually kill my dad, with a hammer or otherwise. I just really appreciate the catharsis (as in ancient Greek theater) of fictional characters whose piece of shit fathers get what's coming to them.

And it's sad for him that he doesn't get to have a real relationship with either of his kids, because, frankly, we're awesome. He should be so fucking lucky.

That's the truth. I'm sorry you are subjected to him and glad you have what sounds like a good therapist. And pie!

The pie is so damn good.

We ate a piece of chocolate cream pie and a piece of apple pie while listening to Kate Bush's song Pi. So that was fun. And only half of each, so there's leftover pie!

I over-indulged in pizza pie. Even so, there are leftovers, so there will be cold pizza pie for breakfast!

Well done, y’all! I am falling down on the job pie-wise, it does me good to see people doing better

I had no pie today but I did give people cake.

I had a bison steak ribeye and it was pretty delicious.

I went to Trader Joe’s and they had no pie! Usually they at least have like, hand pies or a frozen pie but no. So I had a slice of pizza pie for dinner? A friend also promised to bring over a slice of banana cream pie she made today, tomorrow.

This whole working out thing is good for me but I don’t like how frequently I have to do it. I mean really. Once a week should be plenty.

Teppy sorry your dad is crap. Mine is a Fox News devotee and I told my sister I am in awe of her because she’s been taking care of him for almost two years now and I probably would’ve killed him after a month.