In Honor of Pi Day

This has been a wild and wacky week. Parts of it have had me tearing my hair out, others have had me laughing so hard I cry.

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My husband, who has been dealing with a minor knee injury for a few months, thought it would be wise to slip on the basement stairs and take it up a notch. His new nickname is Tiny Tim. He's not a big fan of crutches, as it turns out.

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My daughter, busy with band competitions, had informed me (several times) that she needed a pie for school tomorrow. I somehow managed to procrastinate so well that it completely slipped my mind. This evening, she asked how her pie was coming along. I asked her where she got her sarcastic sense of humor. She answered, "From my mother." That sounds about right.

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My son, hopped up on sunshine, reached new heights of creative hyperactivity this evening. He treated us to a two minute reenactment of Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief followed by a serenade of his original musical arrangement about chicken soup. It was riveting. And energetic. Really. I asked him where he learned to be so crazy. That apparently is from me as well.

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I did ask them where all the normal stuff they do comes from. That, they said, they got from their dad. They're probably completely right.

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For the record, there is a peanut butter pie ready to go for tomorrow for the observance of Pi Day.

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Happy Pi Day!!!