Excuse Me While I Help Myself To That Giant Piece Of Humble Pie

The other night I asked Rooster to bring home some rubber bands from the office for Chickie Boy. We needed to make a guitar for music class and there were no rubber bands to be found in our house.

But even though Rooster said yes, he would bring them home, the office is a busy place and by the end of the day, he had forgotten.

I was, apparently, in a not so kind or forgiving mood (even though we did manage to scrounge up the three needed rubber bands eventually), and I may or may not have raised my voice in frustration.

I know that I said, and I quote, "Forgetting just means that it was never that important to you to begin with. When something matters, you remember. It's rude, it's disrespectful and it makes you untrustworthy. Decent people don't forget to do what they have said they will do."

Are you with me here? Because I think I was being pretty self righteous and down right mean.

The next morning after dropping the chickies at school, I headed home to gather up the things that I needed for the bible study that I attend once a week. I hopped in the car and drove over, gathered my things from the car, and let myself into our hostess' home.

Which is precisely when I remembered that I was supposed to bring breakfast for the entire group of ladies.

Decent people don't forget to do what they have said they will do.

Yep.

Humble Pie.

On my way back home to get the muffins that I had already planned to bring, I almost choked on my humble pie.

And Rooster when I told him? Was ever so gracious, kind and forgiving of my previous night's behavior.

Although he did laugh at the justice of it all.