What do you do when you wake up in a bad mood, snipe at your husband all morning, and then top it off with an argument as he’s leaving for the rest of the day?
You bake an apolo-pie.
Then you wonder if he’ll think it’s funny that you decided to call it an apolo-pie, or if he’ll still be angry enough when he comes home to reject your warm, flaky, golden peace offering.
Debate how funny apolo-pies can be.
And then you go with it, greet him at the door with “I’m really sorry, I was in such a foul mood and I don’t even know what got into me. Also I baked you an apolopie.”
… It’s never too late to apolo-pies.