4 stories to tickle your funny bone
“My great-grandmother’s maple-pumpkin pie recipe is the stuff of legend in our family, so when I was finally entrusted to bring the prized dessert to Thanksgiving dinner last year, I knew my pies would have to be perfect…or I’d never hear the end of it.
“After spending hours the night before Thanksgiving making sure I’d followed her recipe to aT, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, covered my gorgeous pies with plastic wrap and placed them on the dining room table to cool overnight. The next morning, I asked my husband to carefully put them in my pie carrier and load them in the car while I finished getting ready.
“My big, huge, colossal mistake? I didn’t actually see the pies again until we arrived at my sister’s house.
“‘What on Earth…’ I breathed, noticing something strange through the plastic wrap as I took them out of the container.
“There, stamped across both of my pies, as clear as the day is long, were paw prints. ‘Rufus, you CATastrophe!’ I bellowed, realizing my chubby tabby must have tromped through them out of spite after the plastic thwarted his attempt to satisfy his sweet tooth. ‘At least they were covered,’ my sister said, stifling a laugh. ‘They’re purr-fect!’” — Gina Resler, 61, DeKalb, IL