Yesterday, as my husband opened the refrigerator, the key lime pie that was inside, fell out. It flipped out of the pie dish and splattered on the floor.
"Bushwhacked!" he hollered.
"I guess you won't be eating key lime pie," I said, looking at the mess.
"Bologna!" he said. "I'm eating it anyway. Five second rule."
He scooped up the pie, put it back in the dish, and grabbed a fork. And do you know what he did? He ate almost the whole thing!