Pee-Can Pie

Husband knows my excitement level is at 50 right now, because it's that special time of year for me.

My lover is in town; my Pecan Pie.

Risque Close-Up of the Naughty Parts

Of course Pecan Pie is male in my mind, because duh, nuts.

Dem Nuts

Funny story-time:

Pecan Pie is the reason my dad and Husband became forever friends united against my dignity. I know, so hard to believe my kind, gentle father and loving Husband would do such a thing...

Anyshoe, this heinous backstabbing began during our first holiday when Husband and I were first dating. My parents hadn't really gotten to know this Cajun Coon-Ass I was seeing, so there was some nerves. As it is, we had a lovely time once the ice got broken and food was the subject of discussion. 

There we were, reveling in all the delicious glory that Thanksgiving had to offer, when it happened. We were going around the table, discussing our favorite part of the feast, when it gets to me.

Of course you know now, I have a small love-affair with Pecan Pie, so of course that was my answer - except up until this fateful meal I had always pronounced it Pee-Can Pie.

I haven't been the butt of so many jokes since that time I forgot to wear undies to Grandma's when I was 8.

(Another story for another post, to be sure.)

They both jumped in to mock my "hick" dialect, cracking each other up, and thus an alliance was formed.

Now when we visit, Dad will just follow Husband outside to the smoking area (built for Husband btw) and they spend their time out there, discussing how to razz me that day. I almost get jealous of their friendship, but in a sea of crazy women, I guess you stick together to survive.