"I brought you pie"

Now just so we are all clear, I am not a great cook by any means.
It stresses me out and i'm a bit OCD and I hate hate hate when things don't turn out how I want them to.
Because i'm lazy and fat and I just want everything to be easy to do and make.

But there was a party Friday night, and I promised my friend Luke earlier in the summer that i'd bring a pie to his next party.
And he held me to my promise.

And I brought a delicious and extremely fattening tollhouse cookie pie.
And it was just as good as it sounds.

So I had a long day at work which ended around 7 ish.
I had to run home, make the pie and then bake it for around an hour.
Go get Allie and then head to the party.

Let me just say, if you want to be popular at a party, bring something unusual.
Like a freaking pie.

So I did.
And it was fun and fattening.

And I brought a damn pie to a party.
Because that is just me.