Easter is for ham
I was just talking to the moms, who was extending and invite for Easter dinner. I asked what we were having, and her reply was, "Well, traditionally people have HAM for dinner, but I know YOU don't LIKE ham...so (long pause) I'm not really sure what we're going to have."
I informed mummy dearest that, while I appreciate her consideration for my dietary restrictions, that the way she cooks, there's going to be enough food for three times as many guests as will be in attendance, and I've no doubt I will be able to make a considerable meal from "sides".
Suspicious of my new found empathy for the time-restraints of others and general, overall selflessness, she dubiously inquires, "You sure." When she was reassured of my earnestness, she decided, "Okay, then. Ham it is." Daddy, who had only heard one side of the conversation, said, "But Dawn doesn't like ham. You should make her chili," (which I also hate,) then as an afterthought, "with whipped cream on top." (Gross, I DETEST whipped cream!)
Thanks Dad!
I informed mummy dearest that, while I appreciate her consideration for my dietary restrictions, that the way she cooks, there's going to be enough food for three times as many guests as will be in attendance, and I've no doubt I will be able to make a considerable meal from "sides".
Suspicious of my new found empathy for the time-restraints of others and general, overall selflessness, she dubiously inquires, "You sure." When she was reassured of my earnestness, she decided, "Okay, then. Ham it is." Daddy, who had only heard one side of the conversation, said, "But Dawn doesn't like ham. You should make her chili," (which I also hate,) then as an afterthought, "with whipped cream on top." (Gross, I DETEST whipped cream!)
Thanks Dad!