Birthday pie--DONE

Sis is home from the Vet and none the worse for wear.  Her breath is still stinky but that will clear up in a day or two as she takes the post op antibiotics.  They said not to give her water or anything to eat so the first thing I did was give her water--a little bit--and when that stayed down, I fixed her scrambled eggs.  Yeah, I did.  I never follow directions when they come back from the Vet.  It's not that I think I'm smarter or don't understand the reasons why they tell you not to do stuff.  I do--totally.  I just know she's little and she's thirsty....so, I give her a couple of ice cubes in a bowl, with a splash of water, after I've let her have a little drink out of her regular bowl.  She hates the ice cube routine, chasing them around the bowl hoping they'll melt really fast and they never do.  And the scrambled eggs??  Well, she's supposed to have soft food in case her gums are sore so, duh...what else are you going to give her, Blue Bell?  She's still whiney but I think that's just because her dad isn't home yet and she needs to tell him how traumatic it all was, get a bunch of sympathy, and other wise just work him.  And she will, too.  It is a sight to behold.  She is in the den, pacing, waiting for him to drive in.  Poor guy.  He's about to get done by a dog.  And he LOVES it.

Getting schmoozed....I just hate it, even when I understand why.  And when it's about money and philanthropy, I totally get it, but I still just don't want to be put on the spot, be romanced and chatted up, when really all somebody wants is Foundation $$$.  For heaven sakes...just ask for it, although the sea bass at lunch was a nice touch.  I had to do a "thank you" lunch yesterday for mom's previous 40 years of Board work and philanthropy for a Dallas institution, with my sibs, when all I really wanted to do was be outside.  While interesting, the dog and pony show lasted way too long for me.  But I get it.....I just don't like it.

I got Brian's birthday chocolate pie made and the meringue done, right after dinner.  We were all too full to cut it so he's coming by today to take it home, or at least he better.  I've included a picture since the meringue turned out much better than usual--when they tell you to let the egg whites come to room temperature before whipping them, do it--even if you don't follow directions worth a hoot, like me.   That, and some cream of tartar, and I was piling on the meringue, and it was spectacular if I do say so myself.  Even Brian was surprised.  Now, the pie may not taste worth a toot, but it sure is purdy.  And, yeah....I cheated on the crust and used a frozen one.  Hey, a girl can only do so much in one day....