True Story Tuesday

Welcome to True Story Tuesday. Brought to you by Rachel & Mr. Daddy at Once Upon A Miracle. A chance to tell the world all the crazy stuff you did and lived to tell about it. Go check it out.

Okay, I SOOOO had another story planned out, but I went and read Rachel's TST first. It was so funny, because her beginning was exactly what I was thinking....."What's left to tell?" What that should correctly say is "What is left that I can still remember to tell?" Her crazy glue story brought back memories fast. So I am going to run with it while I still remember it.

I was about a sophomore in high school. I had a friend over for the night, and we were starting to get slap happy. We were running out of things to do, so one of us had the BRILLIANT idea to take a bunch of plastic apples and crazy glue them together. Guess we were feeling artistic or something.

Well, we didn't thoroughly think this thing through. We piled all 10-12 apples together and drizzled the glue between each one, trying to make a pyramid of sorts. We finally get it in a shape we are satisfied with, only we used WAY too much glue, and it is taking FOREVER to dry and actually stay in that shape.

I get the second brilliant thought for the night by deciding that if I pushed them all together REALLY REALLY hard, they would magically stick and all would be done with our wonderful art piece. Yeah, that didn't go as planned.

You know what happens when you squeeze the dickens out of 12 gooey plastic apples piled into some resemblance of a pyramid / mountain? The "loose" ones POP OUT EVERYWHERE. Including, but not limited too, your FACE. It's miraculous how fast a plastic apple can dry to your forehead and chin, yet takes several minutes to NOT dry to another plastic apple. And same goes for the bathroom sink. And the mirror. And the floor.

I was scared to death. Not because I had two red apples stuck to my face, but because my mother would find out about our little escapade and probably be more concerned about the apples stuck to the floor and such. (Little did I know she would nearly have a coronary laughing at me and I was safe from trouble.)

After a few painful attempts to peel the apples off my face, my friend and I walked the walk of shame and went into the kitchen to admit our artistic defeat. My mom laughed so hard I thought she would choke. She sat me down and peeled the apple off my forehead ( I had managed to get the one off my chin, along with a few layers of skin ) and tried to scrub off (unsuccessfully, I might add) the remaining super glue residue off my face. I wore band aids to church the next day. I probably lied about the reason, I don't really remember. But I am sure if someone asked "What happened to your face?" I did not reply with the whole apple fiasco.

And isn't it funny how easy the apples came off the sink and floor and such? Yeah. Too bad I couldn't take a Brillo pad to my face to remove the leftover glue.

I had glue on my hands for about a week, if I recall correctly.

So that, my friends, was the beginning and end of my wonderful career in art. Can you believe I don't have a studio somewhere?