Last Sunday
me and my mom
(my mom and I? Whatever.)
went to pick up my gingerbread house.
After some lip from the people in charge...
finally, we were "helped"
with getting my gingerbread house out of its "cage."
Sort of.
The little bellman was trying to unlatch the plexi-glass surround
when it fell...
or
"slipped"
into...
nay,
onto...
the birdcage.
CRASH!
*gasp!*
It happened so quickly.
I hesitated for only a second...
(with my mouth open, I'm sure)
and then I said,
"It's... ok. Honey, It's alright."
But it just kept getting worse.
Not just worse, but "worser." (smirk)
People were surrounding me, coming out of the shops nearby.
And one older lady came right up next to me and said,
"Oh how beautiful! That is incredible!
What is it made of?"
I looked at her....
(again, I'm sure with my mouth open)
"Well, it was made out of gumpaste and gingerbread...."
(which is not entirely true being that it was still made out of gumpaste and gingerbread...)
Anyway.
and it just kept getting worse on the ride home.
Oh, how I should have just left it.
But.... I was in a bit of shock.
So the birds are free now.
Fly away birdies....
Fly AwAy!
Shoo!
3 comments:
That really, really sucks!
What the flock? That sucks.
Tragedy!
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