Snowed In

The weather outside is very frightful today. Snowing and windy-perfect for staying in and finally getting around to writing a blog post! A couple of weeks ago my Dad was cleaning out his garage and found a whole box filled with my old middle school and high school papers. I had a fun time going through it, but ended up chucking almost everything except two papers I wrote. I thought it might be fun to share one of them I wrote when I was a junior in high school (almost 11 years ago!). So without further ado, I give you "The Great Eclair Heist"

Weddings are nothing but trouble. My cousin Philip was in the army and was only home on leave for a few days when he decided to get married. That's when the trouble started.

Because of the very short notice, the whole affair was thrown together. The reception was only twenty minutes after the actual wedding. At the time I was eleven and my brother Bryan was sixteen and my cousin Drew was fifteen, and when you get two teenage boys together with eclairs-you have two hungry boys with a plan. These two Einsteins decided that wouldn't be able to eat all the eclairs they wanted during the reception and it was only logical that they would have to save some for future hunger attacks. When they said "save" they actually meant "steal".

At first the plan was to sneak the eclairs two by two right out the front door-it was to be the crime of the century, but it was spoiled by a large crowd of adults gathering in the hallway.

Plan B: go with bulk. The head genius said to me, the official guinea pig, "Hey, Beth! why don't you go outside and stand by the window, and we'll hand the whole box out to you." Glad to be included in the plan, I said, "Okay, sure."

I was standing outside the kitchen window shivering when the widow creaked open, and the pink bakery box came sliding out. Bryan whispered, "You got it Beth?"

"Yep", I said.

There was about a one inch space between the top of the box and the bottom of the window where I could see Bryan carefully coaxing the loot out the window. All of a sudden I saw my two conspirators disappear. I felt some evil presence enter the kitchen. Then I saw IT--The mother of the bride...we were toast.

IT was looking around the kitchen for an explanation to the box of baked goods sticking half way out the window. This lady just happened to have one glass eye, and I am not making this up, only one eye slowly turned and met mine--there was fire in that eye!

It was February, but I started to sweat. I ditched the eclairs and did the only thing a kid in my situation could do--I ran.

When IT finally found me hiding behind a bush, I got the lecture of my life. I mean I was blamed for everything from ruining the whole wedding to her dog Sparky's recent death. My partners in crime denied everything. As for me I humbly gave up the eclairs and was sentenced to dish duty.

Well there you have it, I hope it brought back some fond memories of your own youthful pranks!

Happy snow day!