It's chocolate, I promise you David offered to go to the store for me this morning. So nice. I told him to get a cherry pie, a pumpkin pie, gravy (Yes! Store-bought gravy! Give me a break!)and maybe one other thing I cannot recall just now. I come home from the gym and there were the pies on the counter. Cherry pie with a lattice top. Perfect. Wait. What's THIS? Chocolate fudge pie? What the...? I figure they were out of pumpkin pie. So I go about my day. Chrissy calls a little while later and asks if I need anything because she's out and she's stopping by my house. Pumpkin pie, I request. Bless her heart, she brings me one. One I have to bake. But I'll forgive her for that. It was sweet that she even offered to bring me one. (And I just this second realize that I forgot to pay her for it. BAH. Horrible friend!) When David gets home, I ask him about the pie. "Why'd you get chocolate pie?" "I didn't. I got pumpkin." "No, sweetie. The sticker says chocolate fudge. It's chocolate pie." "Oh. I thought the sticker was wrong. It looked like pumpkin." BAH HAHAHAHAAHA. He's baking the pumpkin pie as we speak. Merry Christmas Eve!