Sometimes, I think about opening a pie shop. Because there is a serious dearth of good pie in LA. This weekend, shopping with R, we complained that we need to live in a fatter city. Not just for the pie, but size 0s and 2s are never on sale here. Resolution: I should open a pie shop, get fat and I'd never have to pay retail for anything ever again. Not that I ever really do. The frugal Indian in me usually prevails. I should have entered this pie contest. I have, over the years seriously perfected my pie-baking skills. There is not much else I am actually good at, aside from writing and baking pies. I don't really have any useful life skills. Occasionally, I worry about this fact and think about taking up CPR or rock climbing or something. Then I remember I did take a CPR class, ten years ago, with Jo. But we spent half the class laughing at our instructor and the other half playing MASH or hangman. I barely passed the written test. I had to copy two answers off Jo.