These are my confessions

Day 10: A Confession

This one time on vacation in Point Clear, AL [at band camp] we were getting breakfast and Joe ordered Fruit Loops and the milk they brought to him was sour and when he poured it onto his cereal it came out in a chunk so mom and dad had to call over the waiter and get new Fruit Loops and whatever. 

That's not the story.

While all this was going on I was enjoying some wonderful pancakes that came with a big dollop of whip cream on the top. And I ate it. And it wasn't whip cream, it was butter.

That was the story.

Since every one was so focused on Joe and his cereal per usual no one saw me gag down a giant thing of butter like a champ I might add until Thanksgiving the following year when I let it slip. However I still have never told anyone about that time Gretchen got diarrhea in Barnes & Noble.

What? You thought you were gonna get some great secret out of me? No, no. That's reserved for Father Eric and that confessional. Sorry, not sorry?