Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in the land of Forgetfulness. She was a cheerful girl who always meant well, but somehow in her eagerness to accomplish a task, she would neglect important details.
One day after she had signed up to bring food for her child’s holiday feast at school, she called her shopping buddy friend to go to the store with her. They loaded their baskets will all kinds of yummy things only November holds and compared in amazement all the fabulous deals they were finding, when she saw on her list that she was to buy three large cans of pumpkin pie. Of course it was the one item impossible to find! Pure pumpkin was everywhere, but pumpkin pie? It was nowhere to be found. And you would have thought that after turning the grocery store on its end she may have thought to check if she was correct after all. But instead, when she finally found canned pumpkin pie after round three around the aisles…dear old Libby to the rescue!!!…, she joyfully bought three of them proud of her accomplishment.
The next day came and a reminder popped into her inbox while she was sipping oh so good morning coffee. She opened the email thrilled to have completed her task AND already dropped it off at school three days ahead of schedule…and for her that was a HUGE accomplishment because she has a vacation home in the land of Wait Till The Last Minute too.
To her astonishment, the message read “you have signed up to bring three cans of pumpkin“. PUMPKIN??? Where is PUMPKIN PIE?? She knew she had read it and made a mental note of it…or so she thought. The girl from the land of Forgetfulness frantically traced her way back to the sign-up list and to her despair there was no mention of pie. Only pure unadulterated canned pumpkin.
So if you happen to knock on the girl from the land of Forgetfulness’s door today? You will find her a hot mess all because of pumpkin pie. Which ironically by the way is her favorite dessert…except she would probably make it from scratch with pure pumpkin (she would NEVER buy canned pumpkin pie except for her child’s party at school) while vacationing that is, in the land of Wait Till The Last minute.