"Maybe we'll save some for you!"

Let me explain to you the ironic cruelty that was thrown at me a few weeks ago.

Every year on my birthday I am allowed to request my favorite meal from my mother. Every year I request "creamy vegetable soup in breadbowls". Every year my request is turned down. Why? Well, the given reason is because my birthday is at the end of July. Apparently some people don't enjoy hot soup in Utah's July weather.
Even with the prior rejection I reiterate my request every year.

My family (sans Liz & fam, Meridith, and me) gets together every first Sunday for a large family dinner at my mom & dad's house.

How many years have I requested creamy vegetable soup in breadbowls for my birthday? About 4. Maybe 5 or 6.

The second family dinner after my moving away from home happened a few weeks ago. What was served? I hear you asking. (You were, even if you didn't realize it.)

creamy vegetable soup in breadbowls


PUNKS


(ps- Happy 7th Birthday, Abigail! Hope you get your requested meal. ;) )