I can’t believe it’s already Sunday. The week flew by too fast and there were so many things that I wanted to do today, but then I foolishly answered the phone when it rang this morning. It was my future mother-in-law inviting me to dinner (which is really a big lunch) and how could I say no? Sure, lunch doesn’t sound too time-consuming, except that it takes an hour to shower and get ready, then two hours to eat and chitchat, then at least another half hour to make my getaway.
The getaway is key. It’s virtually impossible to leave the house without a bag full of food. I try, but Old-World Generosity wins every time. Here’s an example of the conversation.
Mom: You take some pastry with you. You want to take them all?
Me: No, just one is good.
Mom: You want four?
Me: No, just one.
Mom: OK, I give you three.
Today, she wanted me to take bread, rice, chorizo, bread sausage, chicken, AND pastry. I should know by now not to turn my back while the food is being put in the container, but I forgot, and while I was looking the other direction, the food magically multiplied. The problem, I think, was that my future father-in-law was also there. He distracted me while she loaded up the extra food. They tag-teamed me.
Well, I enjoyed the visit. It’s just too bad that the day is almost over and I haven’t started work on the next installment for Sunday Stories. I better get to it.
Hmm, I’ve always wondered why I carried a few extra pounds, that is, until I went away to college. Time to move away before we all have to call Richard Simmons.