3.14 + 4.2

If you've read this blog for a little while, you know that I love to celebrate. Even little things. And you also know that I'm a little nerdy. It's cool. I realize it. Husby likes it. We're good.

When I first heard about celebrating Pi(e) Day a few years ago, I just knew it had to work its way into my life. I knew that Husby would like it. After all, he majored in chemistry at college. Yeah, he's really smart. And nerdier than me. It's cool. I like it. We're good.

I do realize that I am a four months and two days behind in posting this, but you'll remember the whole camera debacle. And I couldn't not share.

In celebration of Pi(e) Day (on March 14 or 3.14), we had quiche for dinner. Since quiche is a type of pie, I felt fine doing this. I just didn't have time to make chicken pot pie. Here was our oh-so-yummy Pi(e) Day dinner:

For dessert, I introduced Husby to the greatness of a Moon Pie. Okay, so maybe they're not that great, but can you believe in all his years on earth, he's never had one? What in the world?! I know, I know. But his parents aren't from the South. We have to offer some grace to those who don't know the truth of Moon Pies. (Which is they're somewhat overrated and only eaten every two-six years in the adult life. I'd much rather have a Little Debbie Fudge Round.)

Here's my little cutie with his first Moon Pie:

I can't say whether or not he'll be a Moon Pie regular, but I can rest easy knowing that he's tasted some Southern-lovin'.