Trudi had made an extensive grocery list. She was going to make sure that today would be both memorable and happy. She was going to prepare a special meal. Her husband of eleven years had suggested it. Just the two of them. There were no children. Trudi had hoped for a family but Archie had said no.
Anyway, this was to be a celebration for no reason. It’s good, said Archie, to do that now and again. It was easy to say, thought Trudi, but she was the one who had to do all the work; all the cooking. Hence the long shopping list.
When she got home from the shops she had to make several trips from the car to the kitchen to carry all the food. Archie was watching the sports on tele. Trudi began to put things away in the cupboards before beginning her baking. Then she remembered. How could have she forgotten? But forget she had.
She had forgotten to get the arsenic for the pie. That was the one thing that was going to make her day both memorable and happy.
You don’t know how comforting it is to read your words. It’s been a while! When we exchanged niceties here, I was going through a rough, yet enjoyable, time of my life. Just wanted to say I’m glad to see you still banging on the keys! Hugs
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Thanks Ryan. I was surprised a week or so back, to see you were still around – and glad you have survived a figurative trek through the swamps of the Amazon!
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I am still knee deep in those swamps, brother!
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Well I hope you’ve got a good pair of galoshes, my friend.
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What if Archie doesn’t feel like partaking of the pie?
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I dunno – you’ll have to as’ Nick.
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Now here’s a terrible story I can get behind, but why did it take her eleven years?
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If the truth be known, she wasn’t a very good cook… (perhaps)
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Oh, yes. Very consoling information.
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Beware of anyone who spends that amount of time turning a pie into a bed of roses…
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😀 😀 It’s always a shame to have to slice into a perfect (poisonous) pie.
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This IS a happy ending!
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LOL!!
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Poor woman, just hit him with a rolling pin and enjoy your pie with a lovely cup of tea.
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That’s solid advice thanks – but I won’t pass it on!
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