You Other Pies Can't Deny

I flew down to San Diego on Friday night to visit my family in their new home, and aside from the woman in the row behind me shouting "OH GOD, IT'S CRASHING, WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" as the plane took off into some (admittedly) rather stormy skies, it was as enjoyable a weekend as I've had in a long time.

The thing about visiting family---or at least about visiting my family---is that you don't have to be "on" ever, do you know what I mean? There's no impressing people who've seen you through diapers and toilet training and unfortunate crushes on various members of New Kids on the Block, so why even try? Visiting family feels like curling up in that really unflattering pair of cat hair-covered yoga pants---no, that really unflattering pair of cat-hair-covered yoga pants; wait, how many unflattering pairs of cat hair-covered yoga pants do I own?---and taking a nap without worrying that you need to set the alarm. It feels comfortable. It feels easy. It feels like home. 

When I got back to San Francisco on Monday morning---4:30am wakeup call represent!---my mother sent me a text message. Lovely hearing your laughter all weekend, she wrote. And it occurred to me that I had been laughing all weekend, not least at this hilarious little ditty my sister and I wrote in four seconds flat while debating the merits of pumpkin pie. I don't even like pumpkin pie (it's something about the consistency that gets me), but Susie does, and out of that conversation came a set of lyrics that are meant to be sung along to the tune of Baby Got Back.

And oh boy, you'd better believe that we did sing them along to the tune of Baby Got Back, and we did it roughly six thousand times. My sincerest apologies to you if you were in any public space in North San Diego County this last Saturday or Sunday, because there's a 93 and a half percent chance that you might have heard two little English voices singing this:

I like pumpkin pie and I cannot lie

You other pies can't deny

When a pie walks in with a pumpkin base

And some whipped cream in your face

You get HUN-gry.

We even recorded ourselves singing it (complete with actions!) (yes, actions!) (oh, you should see the actions!), with the express purpose of posting it on our brother Luke's Facebook page to make him laugh. It's catchy, no? You just try getting that out of your head today. Oh, you're welcome. You're so very, very welcome.

May 05, 2009

My Aunt Marge don't want none unless it's got crumbs, hon.

May 06, 2009

I like your ditty and I cannot lie
You other readers can’t deny
When a ditty sails in with unexpected grace
And some fun is in your face
You don’t run.

May 06, 2009

Hilarious. How funny that I can instantly sing along to that and know exactly how it should sound. Thanks Sir Mix a Lot for permeating our collective brains.

Baby got Pie.


May 06, 2009

And, now I want pumpkin pie. And, Baby Back Ribs, but that is neither here nor there.

May 06, 2009

This reminds me of the time my Swedish friend and I translated Baby Got Back into Swedish. This must have been a good 7 years ago but I still remember "Jag gillar stora rumpoor." (I like big butts. -Gosh, I never thought I would write that in a comment box!)

May 06, 2009

That one is GENIUS! My husband and I call this delightful habit "spinging". It's like singing but... not. He's a master at it, particularly to Supertramp songs.

May 06, 2009

Hee! That is awesome! And now I have that song stuck in my head. :)

Belly Girl
May 06, 2009

I just want to say that you paint such a nice picture of how *easy* it is to be around your family and tell you that you are very blessed to have that. Certain others (clears throat, indicating myself) of us don't get to just be ourselves in all our glory and that's okay because it just is. My eyes got misty when I read the line "Lovely hearing your laughter all weekend", because if that's all my mom wanted from my, I'd feel like life was pretty damn good.

Cheers to feeling loved and eating pumpkin pie in the summer :)

May 06, 2009

I knew I liked you for a reason.

Also, I know that feeling about family. I love it. So many weekends I make the trek up to see my brother and his family for that very reason, that you just get to be. And it's the perfect break from work and all the other stresses of life.

May 06, 2009

I totally found myself singing that ditty.....fab-u-lous!

Rachael W
May 06, 2009

In the same vein as Kavita, as well as proof that all English majors are not as good at poetry/rhyming as you are:

I like this blog and I cannot lie
All the other bloggers can't deny
When Holly walks in with a witty, witty phrase
And Bad Decision Tuesdays
I just smile.

P.S. I love your family stories.

May 06, 2009

Now I want a piece of pumpkin pie, thanks. Also, is your family taking applications for new siblings? If so, I'd like to submit one please.

May 06, 2009

you're freakin' hilarious - anyone ever tell you that?

May 06, 2009

i love it! you'll post the recorded ditty right? ;)

May 08, 2009

Too funny! I love how you have to sing it in your head to really make it work.
And Nathan's bit at the top is perfect too!