A boy in grade one called me Pieface. At first it hurt my feelings, but I decided to wear my Pieface proudly. Because who wouldn't like their face constantly filled with pie? So this is the record of my life for anyone wanting to sample. I'm a wife and mom, and my job is to find the humor in the trivial, light in the dark, satisfaction in the mundane, and poop in the potty. Yes, that's right. I said it. Poop.