Friday, October 14, 2011

Pie Attack

I'd like to take a little trip down memory lane to a tragic day in history. It's the story of a hungry young girl with an appetite for life, who has her dreams smashed to crumbly apple bits. All over her shirt.

You see, that girl is me. And on a cold winter day, I sat on the couch, cuddled in my blanket and ready to watch a movie with my delicious snack. I raised my fork in anticipation of the taste of apple pie in my mouth when my plan backfired and my snack attacked me.

It all happened so fast. I held one hand under the plate as I tried to cut myself a small bite with my fork. The crust must have been harder than I thought, because it was that very moment that the pie lept off the plate angrily and jumped to its messy death onto my chest. I sat, stunned, staring down at the remnants of my dessert, not sure if I should laugh or cry.

Luckily, my sister was on hand to document the lowest moment of my adult life. She is such a princess, that one.

You can all thank her for these.

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