Pie Crust Meltdown

It's 11:01 and I'm having a glass of wine.

Here's the trash can that was just emptied of all the pie crust disasters.

Why these pie crusts were disasters when the practice one was so divine....I do not know. That's why I don't bake.

Ernie finally swept them into the trash can and said, "I'm making a call....we're using store bought crust."

Owen told me to stop crying. He said if I kept crying we'd have to cancel the party. "WE'RE NOT CANCELING THE PARTY!" I said uh...calmly. He looked at me and sighed...."I was JOKING Mom." 

Oh.

I'm going to sit here and compose myself. Then I'm going unroll those fucking pie crusts and slap some tourtiere filling in them.

All will be well.