Hubby reminded me last week that Pi Day was coming up, and suggested we do something to celebrate. Since I just baked something last week, and I am not a pie baker by any stretch of the imagination, we opted to go get already made pies. So, yesterday, when we did our grocery shopping, we stopped at a little restaurant named Clementine's and bought two pies. His choice was chocolate cream. My choice was mixed berry.
Since we have plans to go to dinner with friends later, I decided we should celebrate Pi Day this morning. So I told Hubby last night to wake me up this morning before he got a shower. While he showered and got ready for work, I slipped downstairs, brewed a fresh pot of coffee, and got the pies ready.
He was very excited to start his day, a Monday at that, eating pie. The fact that I was there with him was just icing on the cake, er, I mean pie.