So, there I was holding a frozen pizza, getting ready to stick it in the oven. Suddenly, it slipped from my hands and crashed on the floor.

All over the floor.

I was tempted to gripe and complain about it. After all, that was lunch (well, half of lunch). But, instead I followed the ten-second rule...okay, 20-second rule because I grabbed my camera and took a picture, and picked up the pieces and put them on a pan to cook in the oven. There were some pieces that couldn't fit on there, so Karis stuck them on a plate and cooked them in the microwave.

The microwaved pizza was absolutely disgusting. Don't ever try that at home.

But the cooked pizza was pretty, darn good.

Life can throw you a lot of crashed pizzas. Be flexible. Look for the good. It's there; you've just got to find it.

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Hannah says

OH MY WORD!!! I did the same thing. The microwaved cookie didn't work so I just shoveled the dough right in my mouth!

06/12/2011 at 02:26 am

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