Wine and Pie

Today, we are heading to my mother-in-law’s house in the suburbs to celebrate my and my brother-in-law’s birthdays. Yes, my birthday is apparently still going on. I gotta say, I really don’t mind!

Anyway, on Friday night, my mother-in law called me.

“I have a quick question for you, “ she said. “What do you want to drink on Sunday?”

“Ummm…” I thought, “Do you mean like, alcoholic drink, or like, soda?”

“Alcoholic,” she said. “I’m in the liquor store right now.”

I laughed. Apparently she had decided that I was going to have some liquor on Sunday. “Okay…I guess, maybe some white wine—maybe some Chardonnay?”

“Chardonnay?” she repeated, “Okay, I’ll get you some Chardonnay…see you on Sunday!”

I hung up the phone and laughed some more.

Apparently I’m going to have some wine today.

Then my sister-in-law called to ask me what kind of cake I wanted.

“Umm, whatever, it doesn’t matter—I’m not really a cake person anyway,” I said.

“Oh, you like pie, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, I like pie,” I replied.

“Do you like fruit pie or chocolate pie?” she asked.

“Fruit pie,” I said.

“Okay, I’ll make a fruit pie,” she said.

So today, I shall have wine and pie.

I love my in-laws.