I made a special trip to the bakery late Saturday afternoon to make sure we had nice, fresh rolls for Easter Sunday dinner. Imagine my surprise when I turned around to back the car out of the driveway to go to church on Sunday morning, I noticed both of my kids chowing down on the bakery rolls.

I protested to my wife...telling her that the rolls were for dinner and that we had a house full of people coming over. My wife didn't want to hear it...she said it was a good investment to make sure the kids weren't hungry during church.

Needless to say, I was annoyed. I was even more annoyed when I realized there were plenty of rolls left over after dinner. My wife's look of triumph said it all...but she didn't let up. Last night for dinner, she made sure to put a basket full of the leftover rolls on the table. At that point...they were 3 days old...not tasting great...but I still managed to eat 2 of them.

The harassment continued this morning with this text shown below.  I admit defeat.

TSM/Michael Rock