I Have Something to Say! I Swear!

Caitlin here.

While the Anonymous Raccoon and Brittany argue back and forth about what this introductory post should be titled, I went ahead and started.  Now they've gone off on a tangent about garlic bread and candy.

Now the alarm went off for our half-assed peach pie (no flour, canned peaches, or good sugar), and Raccoon wants my opinion, after zooming around the apartment going, "TAKE PICTURES!  TAKE PICTURES!"  Brittany answers for me, and the response from way off in the kitchen is, "Fine!  I hope your pie burns!"  Which truly isn't far from reality since we've nearly burned down my house twice already.  Yet we keep trying.  And trying.

Now the pie is finished (as Raccoon keeps reminding me, will be the next post) and I'm excited because we managed to make something that appears to be edible ("TAKE PICTURES! TAKE PICTURES!") but may just be a cruel lie concocted by the gods to ruin my day.  Like they'll appear in a poof of smoke in my living room to point and laugh.  And just for the sake of being a complete dick, Zeus will do a crotch grab and maybe throw the pie at the walls before Raccoon sets fire to my house because, hey, it's what we had coming anyway.