At work, one of the guys in production works part time at baker's square. He often brings pie to work. And good pie, too. Today, he brought strawberry and raspberry.
Again, I like pie.
I messed up yesterday. A little over two weeks ago, I decided to stop cursing. Yesterday, I used the F-bomb. Just sort of slipped out. Dealt with it and moved on. I have found that driving in traffic is the absolute worst for someone who is trying not to curse.