In the spirit of not having the Cards stop hitting home runs (even though the sane half of my brain realizes how absurd it is to think that my pie promises had anything whatsoever to do with the power display last night), I've made a chicken pot pie for dinner tonight and am preparing to make three pumpkin pies (because when you buy the big can of pumpkin and prepare it according to directions it actually makes three pies-worth of filling) for dessert.
I still owe Ron Villone a pie and have no intention of welshing on that promise, but it's going to have to wait until tomorrow because there's only so much pie one person can handle in a 24-hour period.
And, yes, half of my brain is quite disturbed.
