I'm sick and the Virgin Mary not only has a sense of humor, but she's out to get me...
So, I started feeling a bit icky all this week, but I figured it was just because I ran out of my allergy meds. I began to realize it's another cold by the time Friday rolls around 'cause I couldn't hear out of my right ear. That day at work, I started getting a little bit of a migraine. I got back to the dorm at 8 pm, and I watched the rest of Little Miss Sunshine with my floor, where we had fruit and chocolate fondue waiting for me. :) I eat pretty much everything in sight, but end up with this bowl of leftover fondue that I graciously volunteered to "get rid of."
As I was setting the styrofoam bowl down, it cracks under the weight, and I spill half of it all over Nickie's desk. Surprisingly, it only landed on her desk and a dirty spoon. I gather my stuff and look for something to clean gooey chocolate up, but when I glanced back at the spill, it was in the perfect shape of a praying Virgin Mary. For some reason, I couldn't wipe her away. I mean, would you turn the perfect shape of Mary, made out of the tastiest treat ever, into a smear that would easily resemble a poo stain? I think not. I also decided it'd probably be easier to chip away dried, hard chocolate than goo.
She must have known I was still planning on discarding her because all hell broke loose after that. My cold intensified, my migraine throbbed harder, and all the pills I took made me just stare blankly at the Discovery channel, unable to sleep. By the time 3 am rolled around, I attempted to actually lay down and go to sleep, whether my body wanted to or not, but not even three minutes into it, the fire alarm goes off.
I go outside and find Melanie with an umbrella and a bowl of soup. It was more drizzling than raining, but as soon as I thought that, it began to pour. Melanie shared her umbrella, and I shared my bizarre story about my chocolatey Virgin Mary. She got really excited and came up to see it when we were allowed to go back in. Nickie got back home while Melanie jokingly suggested that I sell it on ebay like the Mary toast. We laughed, but then we thought about it. The Mary toast sold for like $1 million.
Mary must have heard my little hands rub together because as soon as Nickie fell asleep and I was struggling to, the alarm went off again. On my way out, I glanced again at my drying masterpiece and think...this isn't a coincidence or a drunken joke...Mary is doing this! She is either punishing me or laughing at my expense! Before I fell asleep, I decided I was definitely going to sell that bitch. She was going down!
I still haven't found an effective way to remove Mary withouth damaging her, and I have this strange feeling that if I screw up, something bad is going to happen. So, if anyone has a nice, flat spatula, I'd really appreciate it.
Oh, and once Nickie gets back from work, there definitely will be some pictures up!
As I was setting the styrofoam bowl down, it cracks under the weight, and I spill half of it all over Nickie's desk. Surprisingly, it only landed on her desk and a dirty spoon. I gather my stuff and look for something to clean gooey chocolate up, but when I glanced back at the spill, it was in the perfect shape of a praying Virgin Mary. For some reason, I couldn't wipe her away. I mean, would you turn the perfect shape of Mary, made out of the tastiest treat ever, into a smear that would easily resemble a poo stain? I think not. I also decided it'd probably be easier to chip away dried, hard chocolate than goo.
She must have known I was still planning on discarding her because all hell broke loose after that. My cold intensified, my migraine throbbed harder, and all the pills I took made me just stare blankly at the Discovery channel, unable to sleep. By the time 3 am rolled around, I attempted to actually lay down and go to sleep, whether my body wanted to or not, but not even three minutes into it, the fire alarm goes off.
I go outside and find Melanie with an umbrella and a bowl of soup. It was more drizzling than raining, but as soon as I thought that, it began to pour. Melanie shared her umbrella, and I shared my bizarre story about my chocolatey Virgin Mary. She got really excited and came up to see it when we were allowed to go back in. Nickie got back home while Melanie jokingly suggested that I sell it on ebay like the Mary toast. We laughed, but then we thought about it. The Mary toast sold for like $1 million.
Mary must have heard my little hands rub together because as soon as Nickie fell asleep and I was struggling to, the alarm went off again. On my way out, I glanced again at my drying masterpiece and think...this isn't a coincidence or a drunken joke...Mary is doing this! She is either punishing me or laughing at my expense! Before I fell asleep, I decided I was definitely going to sell that bitch. She was going down!
I still haven't found an effective way to remove Mary withouth damaging her, and I have this strange feeling that if I screw up, something bad is going to happen. So, if anyone has a nice, flat spatula, I'd really appreciate it.
Oh, and once Nickie gets back from work, there definitely will be some pictures up!