So, we have a joke in my family. My mom always asks everyone if they need more food--before meals, during meals, after meals--every second she is around people. The only thing that can stop her is when I respond, "I could go for a pot roast." It's my way of saying enough with the food, already. Well, she just called me this morning to say that she got me a present for the Cubs championship. She didn't get me a jersey or a hat. She got me a pot roast.
Isn't that sweet? Love ya, Mom.
