In this case, perfectly ironic
May 17, 2008 by Karen
Tonight, Chris has taken the Black Forest cake he requested to the church for the auction, & figured he would eat dinner there, because we’re having spaghetti here for dinner, & he’s not a fan of it.
He comes back a short time later, squalling, wanting to know what’s for dinner. When I tell him, the drama king launches himself on the counter, crying “NO” as loud & as long as he can. I said something about thinking he was eating at church & he only got louder. Then Joe clued me in.
It’s a spaghetti dinner at church.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, OH GOD NO!!!!!!
I did have fun last night, you was a big hit with that cake, but when your name was said they all started clapping. You did a Great Job Karen! more hands went up, but Dorthy was not going to be beat. . . and what was funny another lady was bidding and Dorthy said THAT’S MY CAKE! and she kept bidding LOL!!!
This was hysterical. Poor Chris! Usually when Frank goes out I’ll have pasta, because he has had too much if it in his previous life, married to an Italian. I on the other hand, though I’m not Italian, grew up on Italian food. My mom was a waitress at one of the best Italian resturants in Delaware. And I can’t get enough pasta! We ate there all the time