Having most of the day off, I was free once again to contemplate my existence and how I interact with everything. First, I discovered two things:
1. There is no honor without pie.
2. The perfect woman must be out there.
I arrived at these two seemingly unrelated theories within just a few minutes of each other. You see (I know you're thinking right now that "Jeff's finally off his rocker.") But alas, not so. You see, with pie, there is in fact honor. Just think about Apple Pie, as in "He's American as apple pie." There's the honor. Finally, the perfect woman must be out there, because of the nature of pie. It is in the nature of pies to be made by women, and the nature of things to take on certain attributes of their creators. Ergo, honor exhibited from a pie is a direct reflection of the honor possessed by the woman who made the aforementioned pie. Therefore, I must add "must make delicious apple pie" to my list of requirements for the perfect woman. Well, I've contemplated existence long enough for one day, I'm off to the Flight Team meeting...
Ciao,
Jeff C.
