I've noticed, in my household, cakes and pies will be brought home and go for days at a tome without being touched unless I do it first.
One thing I've learned in my nearly 22 years of living is my family tends to make a lot decisions of various magnitudes without ever actually telling me. I think maybe one of my parents has developed some sort of enemy that puts them endanger of being poisoned by deserts and the rest of my family unanimously voted me to be the tester.
I'm pretty sure, if one day I eat a slice of cake and become terminally ill the next morning, my tombstone will read only this:
"Here lies Marlon Barnes, he served his purpose well."
Thursday, April 8, 2010
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