my pie, my pie.

this is the pie me and catherine baked this afternoon. we did it from scratch, and i am so, so proud. i was going to name him, but it is always weird when you name something you are about to eat.

here is an update on me:
i have been sad for the past couple of days, but there are a lot of good reasons for that sadness. however, it is not here to stay.
a story:
last night i went out to jenni's parents house and crashed the girls bible study that i used to go to last year. i just really, really needed the tangible body of christ. and it was there, in the form of 6 girls.
my favorite part was when we went outside to make s'mores and we tried to build a fire even though all the wood was wet becuase it had been raining all day and there were baby spiders everywhere and we couldn't really get the wood to catch on fire so we just kept shoving newspaper into the pit and roasting our mallows on the false flames that sprung up and died out quickly and there was ash everywhere in the wind like cheap confetti and i dared jenny to eat a baby spider and she did becuase i said "i double dog dare you" and that phrase is irresistable to jenni douglas and then the skies opened up and it began to pour and all our graham crackers got wet and i shook my stick to the sky and we declared defeat, huddling inside the barn, dripping with water and smelling like wet chickens.

welcome to summer in portland.