My Daddy's Cheesecake is delicious. That's a given.
BUT managing money + My Daddy's Cheesecake? Yeah. You know what that equals to without me even saying it.
We're going to Kyle's aunt's house tomorrow for their Thanksgiving get together. And let me tell you, this side of the fambam is amazeballs. I get along with..most of them, if not all of them. And the first time I was at this particular aunt's house, her husband, Kyle's uncle ofcourse, had me cornered on their porch and forced me into talking. I was still on the fence about in-laws after my past experiences. But the conversation started out with...
"Okay. I gotta ask....Rocketship?"
^.^ Oh, Moonshoes. The amount of confusion that comes from our names is totally awesome.
I was asked to bring a pumpkin pie or something of the sort, but once I told Kyle, he went on about how EVERYONE brings a pumpkin pie. Yeah, that didn't flow too well with me. Not because I have to stand out (atleast, when I'm sober...), but because I didn't want there to just be pumpkin pie. Don't get me wrong, I can eat the crap outta pumpkin pie (I think it's mainly for the whipped cream, don't hate on my inner fat kid) but after a while it just gets monotonous.
So, I made cheesecake. :)
Cherry and blueberry. I can't wait.