It's OK to laugh your ass off at your husband when he buys a pie crust that comes with two, but doesn't know is comes with two until I look over at a pie his eating and see the extra pie crust under the pie his eating. OK I guess you had to be there.
It's OK to agree to make a home made pecan pie at 10 pm.
It's OK to wanna stab your husband when his sound asleep and you're awake waiting on a stupid pie to get done cooking.
It's OK to after a hour and a half of cook and a hour of cooling to see that your pie isn't done and have to put it back into the oven to cook some more.
It's OK to finally be done cooking a stupid pie at 1am in the morning.
It's OK to be a awesome wife and say that shit will never happen again.