This is a series of posts, describing some of my major flub-ups this summer. If you want to feel better about yourself, read on. At my expense. But don’t judge me. I really don’t act like this all the time.
I will start with the most recent experience first.
Four days ago I received a call from one of our little church ladies, asking me to bring a dessert to a family dinner. ( In our small community, when there is a funeral, the church provides a dinner for the family)
No problem. I ran to the store and picked up ingredients to make a cake.
Problem. Went to work yesterday morning and at exactly ten o’clock, my brother asks my mom, “what time is that funeral today?”
I had one of those “out of body” experiences, as I realized I forgot my dessert. I didn’t just forget to bring it to town with me.
I FORGOT TO MAKE IT!
I ran screaming out the door and praying our little grocery store would have something besides a package of cookies.
I ran in the door like a crazy woman and tried to ignore the look on the little check-out ladies faces, as I bounced like a ping-pong-ball from the baked goods to the freezer.
I settled on a frozen turtle cheesecake. The picture on the box looked really good.
After swearing all the grocery store employees to secrecy, I ripped the dessert out of the box, destroyed the evidence, and headed to the church.
The little ladies were just finishing setting up the tables. I told them I purposely brought my dessert in a disposable pan so they wouldn’t have to wash and return it to me.
Wasn’t that thoughtful of me?
I ran to my SUV, as I was trying to avoid that strike of lightening that was surely headed straight for me.