manipulation
My ever-so talented mother (who, in one sentence, can ask me how I am doing, "How is school?", and "Do you think your Dad and I should remodel the upstairs bathroom?", in one sentence) asked me what I would like for my birthday dinner at home this weekend.Prior to her inquiry, I had thought long and hard about this one, because that is what we do for everyone's birthday in my family--Mom makes a big dinner, and we eat more than we want, then later stuff ourselves with ice cream and cake (sometimes cheesecake), and laugh--usually at Parker.
So when Mom asked me a couple days ago what I wanted for dinner, I delightfully answered with what I have been craving for months--her cheesy, tomato basil pie that I just adore. I chose this meal, not only because it is one of my favorite dishes, but also because I knew my sister would not be in town. Because she hates PIE, both in entree and dessert form.
So I knew it was safe to suggest it now.
Only this time, my suggestion backfired:
"Do you want that, or do you want spaghetti? I can make spaghetti! ...with garlic bread and a big salad, how about that? Does that sound good?"
Uh, sure.
posted by Laurel @ 11/02/2005 02:57:00 PM
1 Comments:
Laurel, you're hilarious.
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