Ok, so it was almost as if me buying this ADORABLE new digital stamp from Pink Cat Studio the other day was a foreshadowing of what was to come...
DISCLAIMER: You probably won't find this anywhere NEAR as funny as I did, BUT...if you knew my Mom and had been there.... anyway...
So, today was the day my 7 yr old twin boys had been looking forward to for SOME time...the sleepover at Grandma and Grandpa's. Now, mind you, my parents live about a 2 minute drive from me, but we're a busy family and contrary to what some people might think, sometimes a whole month or two can go by without seeing them. So, my kids have been on fall break for 2 weeks and they go back Monday, but Grandma promised them a sleepover before they went back to school. This is a big deal.
The DH and I had BIG plans to take the girls out to a special "princess" dinner and do some clothes shopping for them as well. DH was running a bit behind getting the little one ready so said for me to just take the boys and come back and get him and the girls. No prob. We drive over, all 80 of my son's stuffed animals in tow, and show up at the house.
Mom opens the door. Hugs. Something smells GOOD. Cinnamon. Fall. Apples. LOVE Mom. "Ooooh, smells yummy!" I say, turning into the kitchen where there it sat: The biggest and most BEAUTIFUL apple pie, all prepped and ready to be put in the oven. Mom was just cutting those little slits on the top of her perfectly pinched and molded crust and was all ready to bake it. The boys oohed. I ahhhed. LOVE Mom! Did I say that already? LOL.
Chatter unrelated to the pie ensues as we are discussing what they will do tonight, etc. a as she walks to the oven and at this point, I'm walking backwards out the kitchen door about to leave. Then, all the sudden, the most HORRIFIC noise of my mother SCREAMING begins. The dogs cower. The boys are staring at me with 2 pairs of eyes like deer in the headlights.
SCREAMING. like, you'd have thought someone was being seriously injured...or worse. Well, I look over as she becomes unhunched over the oven...and there it was...
A perfectly beautiful Apple Pie. Murdered. Somehow, as she had bent down to put the pie in the oven, it flipped out of the pie plate and landed on the inside of the 400 degree oven door. MORE SCREAMING.
Ok, what to do....what to do. Thinking fast, Mom gets out an oven mitt and a pot holder and I'm thinking ok, even grasp on the pie, hold the plate in place...it might make it when we try to flip it back over. We can do this. WRONG. Like watching a train wreck, too fast to be able to let me speak a word in time, I see that also in her hand is a spatula. She proceeds to try and hold up 5 pounds of apples and a measly top layer of crust with a SPATULA?
Uhhhh, yeah, NO. Before I could say a word, the spatula literally goes through the crust and about 3 pounds of apples come free falling out of the pie. EVERYWHERE. And when I say EVERYWHERE? I mean the oven door, the bottom of the oven, the crack between the oven door and the abyss that we're STILL not sure where it leads to....oh, the ridiculousness.
Mom is too distraught-somewhere between laughing and crying, so I soak up some wet paper towels and at least manage to get the door under control. Now I will admit the rest was a bit tricky as apples were falling through the crack of the open door onto the floor, and also going behind the crack which was VERY difficult to reach.
One of my boys, Jack, assisted as a nurse would assist a surgeon as he handed me my instruments...A wooden spoon, a pair of olive thongs for martinis, and a knife as I carefully extracted dozens of hot, gooey, slimy apples from the tiny, hard to reach crack between the oven and the door. I'm hunched over this 400 degree oven, laughing, trying to catch my breath because all I can still hear is the SCREAMING that had just occurred.
Mom starts in, saying "Stop laughing! Be careful! You're going to burn yourself" Ok, I'm trying to stop laughing, when just as I'm on my 2nd trip to the garbage can, I hear Jack mutter "at least YOU know what to do, Mom". Grandma hears this, and we both burst into another bout of laughter. Poor Grandma. Her 7 yr old grandson thinks she's losing it...IS she?
Then, out of NOWHERE, my other one goes "awwwwww Mom, you said a bad word!" And I'm thinking, "Did I?". No. "No I didn't!" I say back. "You DID Mom!". "I DID NOT!" through laughter....silence......"Yeah, but you were thinking it!" At this point I have stomach cramps because Mom and I are laughing so hard.
By this time, Dad has returned home as his grandsons meet him at the door rattling off so many details of what had just occurred that all I heard my Dad say was "I'm not going to go in", LOL! I kiss the boys goodbye, drive home, and we go about our evening but I was giggling to myself about it the rest of the evening. Not to mention that now, of course, I REALLY want pie. Ha.
There is no moral to this story...no catch...not even a punchline, really. It's just us...typical Friday night fun. Fun that inspired me to go home immediately and purchase this SUPER cute digi from Pink Cat that I had seen a few days ago because yeah....Mom needs this card, don't you think? As a thank you for taking the boys, but more than anything, for being my Mom who is just so dear to me regardless of the screaming that is still a little bit in my head. LOL!
So....I'll definitely be giving this to her when I pick up the boys ;)
If you've made it THIS far, thanks! Time to check out the YUMMY Creations that I just know the rest of the C4C "Crazies" (can you see I fit right in here?) have for you today:
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