Out Of Body Experiences…Part 1

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.

Love,
Shameful Me

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