Whoopie Pie is such a funny phrase.  So funny that Nate and I had to look up how the phrase originated.  Because we lead exciting lives. 

According to the ever reliable Wikipedia, it's rumored that Amish women would place them in farmers' lunch pails.  When the farmers would find them in their lunches, they would be so excited that they would yell "Whoopie!" 

I can only imagine what they would yell if they found these pumpkin spice whoopie pies.  I've made them a few times already this year.  It's becoming a problem.  A delicious, delicious problem.

Last weekend we hosted our 2nd annual beer tasting party.  It's kind of a big deal. 

If you're new here, Nate and I are extreme introverts.  We actually don't mind hosting parties.  We like people in our home.  Our home is great for entertaining. We like our friends. It's just that people suck all of our energy and it takes us an entire year to recover before we can host another party.

We actually did better this year than in the past.  Maybe we can host something again in the Spring?  Wait, let's not get crazy.

Beings that I am a really good blogger, I took approximately 6 photos from the evening and 4 of those are to blackmail my brother in the future.  (What?  He woke up our entire house full of guests at 5:30am on Sunday.  That deserves some kind of payback.)