I'll Throw A Baby Shower Just So I Can Make Grasshopper Pie

I shouldn’t have spoken so soon about the bleakness of a 20th reunion. Today I found a postcard addressed to James (with a D. middle initial instead of his F.) opening with the salutation, “Class of ’44,” then going on to solicit “any news which you wish to convey to classmates or to other WMC alumni, i.e. honors, awards, news regarding family, children, grandchildren, etc.” with no explanation whatsoever what WMC is or was. I guess if you were in the class of ’44 you would know?

And by the way, those Grasshoppers are fucking amazing, all cushions and comfy orthopedic pockets of air. They literally put a spring in your step, hence the name. Who knew?

Next step grasshopper pie. I don't think I've seen that chiffon green dessert since 1980 or so when I attended a baby shower for a woman at our church. All the versions online are way too fancy. Sonnie has the right idea.

Also, 90% of your eggs are dead by age 30.