Sunday, April 04, 2010

Wait...What's for Breakfast?!


Easter morning my wife texts my daughter to find out when she's bringing over our grandson Adam because we're watching him today.  Sherry texted early because she went to bed early and couldn't sleep late.

She had laid out a cream cheese flavored braided bread as a treat for everyone for breakfast.  She baked it fresh.  Before she put it into the oven, she contacted our daughter Montana.  The text went out: braided bread.

Half asleep, way past pregnant, and scheduled for a caesarean on Thursday, Montana wasn't functioning on all cylinders when she got the message.  She read the text as: buttered brains.  That caused all kinds of concerns for a moment.

I had to ask myself what kind of Easter she was expecting.

1 comment:

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Joy often comes after sorrow, like morning after night...................................................