It was a freezing winter day during my freshman year of college. I was headed to my dorm room for a quick break before I had to go back to campus for work. My day was made when I saw the Student Association handing out free hot chocolate. Just what I needed! The cup was full to the brim and I didn't want to spill on myself as I walked quickly and carefully on the icy sidewalks so I decided to carry the hot chocolate home before I drank it. And then it happened. When I was only feet from hopping up the stairs to Fugal Hall I hit an icy patch and BAM! my feet flew out from underneath me and hot chocolate rained down all over me. No one was around to laugh about it with so I picked up the styrofoam cup and trudged up into our room. (Although in my head I always picture the boys in the dorm across the parking lot sitting in their kitchen, watching me biff it, and laughing hysterically.) Unfortunately, I now had less than 10 minutes before I had to turn around for my shift at the Cougareat. This left me with no time to hop in the shower and wash the hot chocolate out of my hair. I did what I could and went back to campus. 
Until last weekend, I had been pretty good about keeping all forms of chocolate (and other edibles) out of my golden locks. When I asked Rich what kind of dessert he wanted for Father's Day he chose a chocolate pie. To me, 'chocolate' and 'pie' just don't go together... pies should be full of delicious fruit. But, I decided, that after 6 years of requesting a chocolate pie I would finally comply. As I started to dish the chocolate filling into the crust, my heavy saucepan slipped a little and my spatula flung out. I looked on the floor to see drops of chocolate near my feet. Then I called to William, "Is there chocolate in my hair?" "Yes!" he replied, thinking it was the silliest thing in the world. How did I manage such a thing? I'm not sure. Talent, I guess. And for you, dear friends, I took a picture:
Oooo. That pie looks good.
ReplyDeletehehe...that's funny. I remember that first story. Fun times sister!
ReplyDeleteThat's nothin'. I was expecting a hair FULL of chocolate. Goody story. Spencer's family does Chocolate Pie, too and my husband loves it. Actually, he's reading along and now wants chocolate pie for next Father's day.
ReplyDeleteOh Jeanine...I can just picture you smashing to the ground and hot chocolate flying everywhere! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteOh, that makes me laugh!! And I remember you telling the hot chocolate story! I miss you, Jeanine!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could say that it had been that long since I had chocolate in my hair, but alas, I think I've found chocolate and other varieties of food in my hair multiple, multiple times in the last year. In the back, nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteHilarious! That pie looks yummy.
ReplyDeleteJeanine that was the funniest story I have heard in a long time!!! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletedon't worry...just this week I dropped a jar of spaghetti sauce on my foot and almost killed myself tripping over a fence...good times :)
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