My Pie is Better Than Your Pie

First, let me say that I was a domestic goddess the night before last. Arlo and his daddy were in bed around 8:00 (Ted's in the snow-removal business this time of year, so he's been working some very long and very early hours) and I spent my evening making pies and knitting.

Making pies and knitting.

Judging from some of my favorite activities, it almost seems like I should be wearing shin-length, pleated-front denim skirts and appliqued sweatshirts. And that I should have waist-length gray hair worn in a very simple braid down the middle of my back. (Okay, really, that part doesn't sound so bad. But NEVER let me wear pleated front-anythings. Are we clear?) And really big, really ugly plastic eyeglasses.

But that's not the case. As you can see from my previous post, I do not wear ugly glasses. I wear awesome glasses.

Here's the thing. My dorky habits are making me feel pretty cool this week, because:

a) I WON A PIE-MAKING CONTEST. We held our annual staff pie (and chili) cook-off yesterday, and my banana cream pie won first place. It doesn't seem like the kind of thing that would make you burst your buttons, but really? I haven't been this proud in a long time. I won a cash prize, a certificate (which is now displayed in the window of my cubicle), and the admiration of my coworkers.

b) The Cutest Poncho EVAR is nearing completion. All I have to do is finish up the hood and add some fringe, and it'll be done! Can't wait to see Ava (daughter of Leah and Mark) wearing it!

Hmmm, wait. I have to correct myself. The Cutest Poncho EVAR would probably have to be the one that Mara knitted this Christmas for the stuffed kitten which she also knitted ... made even cuter by the fact that the kitten's poncho matched the real-kid poncho that she knitted for her niece. If that doesn't make you barf rainbows, you have no soul.