Pie, plaid, and the unevitable monsters.

Pie = Making dutch apple pie in the middle of the night, or, into the early morning.

Info - After doing absolutely nothing and everything at the same time, we realized that it would be a while until Laura's mother was completely unconscious. Planning to go skinny dipping, (or, as I would like to call it, chunky dumping,) in her rich ass neighbor's pond, we needed to wait. Suddenly remembering that one of our goals of the evening was to make pie, we summoned all of our hidden culinary skillz.

1. Pie making started at 3:10 (AM)
   
2. Apple guts finished && sweet at 3 something (AM)
   
3. Discovered that pie crust takes 50 minutes to defrost, all grumbled angrily
   
4. Somewhere wedged in between 3:50 and 4:30, I fell into blissful sleep on Laura's lap from pie exhaustion.
   
5. 4:30, happily inserted apple guts into it's pasty skin. Time for the oven. :)
   
6. Somewhere between 4:45 and 5:22, slipped into a cat nap while companions talked about faces. Or people. Or lines. Or whatever the hell they were talking about.
   
7. 5:33, ATE PIE!
   

Plaid = Plaid undergarments bring much confidence.

Info - After going to the mall and having a horrific sweatshirt scavenger hunt, whilst faithful companions looked at colored underpants, found love in humble plaid bra. It was astonishing. And, I'm sorry that I don't have an amazing timeline yet again, but all I do know is that it was sometime between 3:15 PM and EXACTLY 6 o'clock.

Unevitable Monsters = Well, there's no need explaining. There EVERYWHERE! Dun dun duunnnnn....
My monsters of today:

1. Men in plain orange shirts
   
2. Jeans with the absence of back pockets
   
3. Anything that has Hannah Montana's face on it
   
4. Erotic Axe from Target
   
5. Any living specimen within 2 feet of Zummies
   

'Outside, Inside,
This is the moon without a tide,
We'll build a fire in your eyes,
We'll build a fire when the cover's getting brighter,
Cold desire makes the moon without a tide'
{Gold Lion, Yeah Yeah Yeahs}