The Mister and his brother left this morning around 4am to make a Cannonball Run to Colorado so they can attend their Grandma’s funeral. They made it in a ridiculously short amount of time. So short, in fact, I told the Mister I wasn’t going to ask how fast they were driving.
About the time the Mister was leaving, I was going to bed. Mikey decided 2am was the perfect time to spike a fever. He was fine, just burning up. He’s been the same way all day. I’m hoping tonight goes well. He usually burns really hot at night so I’m a little scared to be by myself.
To enjoy some adult company and get out of cooking I went over to my parents’ for dinner. Everything was going well until I made an amateurish move and asked my Italian mother if the meatballs we were all enjoying were from Trader Joes. Holy crap was she offended.
I was quick on my feet and told her I asked only because I couldn’t believe something so delicious could come from a supermarket freezer department. She gave me the evil eye and added it to her long list of Ways My Daughter Never Ceases To Disappoint Me.
When I left two hours later she gave me a tray to take home and suggested I feed them to the boys because they look like they are starving. And cold.
Whoops! Nice work trying to save yourself….sorry she didn’t fall for it. Maybe you could ask her for the recipe and she’d be flattered?? Maybe?
LOL…a little passive agressive is she??
Cara-she ALWAYS thinks the boys are hungry and freezing. When we were kids she was always feeding us and making us wear socks and robes. :)
Lol, that’s classic! I wish she sent me home with some meatballs, that sounds yummy right now. I hope Mikey feels better and the Mister is back soon!