You are probably wondering what is going on here. Ginny is conducting a pie crust lesson for Pat. OK. They are also drinking wine, which is apparently a required ingredient for the pie crusts. Now here is the interesting thing. I had called Pat several hours earlier and asked if she wanted to get the photos of her with her azaleas that she wanted. She was too busy. OK, no problem. Ginny gets home and calls Pat to ask if she was ready for her pie crust lesson and WHAM, Pat was here in a heart beat. I guess I have never been much of a babe magnet. Actually it worked only once for me, and that was with Ginny.

What I found out is that a pie crust lesson if really only a ruse. Can you believe it, females being deceptive? The real purpose was a wine and whine fest. I stayed upstairs. I could hear the babbling going on down in the kitchen. Then there was a deafening silence. That meant one of three things. They were either speaking in hushed tones about some person or some female plumbing thing, they were eating or they simultaneously had fatal strokes. I chose to stay upstairs because if it were the former and I interrupted, I would be on the fecal roster for some time.

So after a while the noise started again. I was relieved that they were healthy. I started one more game of spider solitaire and forgot the whole thing.