A confession

After having suffered through one of the terrible embarrassments that go along with being the first to fall asleep at a sleepover, my indignant grade-seven self displayed itself in a most unbecoming manner. (Actually I was probably in grade eight or nine, but I would rather not admit to that.)

When I awoke with my face covered in toothpaste, I was relatively certain the perpetrators were not doing me a favour by trying to clear up my teenage pimples with the drying properties attributed to certain types of toothpaste.

Instead, it seemed clear to me that the others involved were declaring their disdain for me and were prepared for war.

So I gathered my wits about me and prepared a course of action. To be deemed a sucess, I decided my plan would have to involve public humilitation and facial desecration.

As a member of the planning committee for the youth group the three of us belonged to, it was not long before an opportunity showed itself and I was given the responsibility of coming up with a series of games for the group.

After much scheming, I was ready. That night I asked one of the offenders to help me demonstrate the game, which involved licking Lifesavers and sticking them to a partner's face. The person with the most Livesavers attached would be declared the winner. Poor little Jen looked so cute with candy saliva-ed to her face.

(Sorry dear. I forgave you after that. And you too Amanda.)