It Wasn't Funny Then

When someone has a baby at our church, there is a friend of ours who arranges meals to be delivered to the new mom. It is the most fabulous ministry and is so helpful when you are sleep-deprived and getting into a new routine. This time, we had what we can only describe as a dream from which you cannot wake up, one in which you are drowning in ziti noodles and sauce. The first night, we received a pan of baked ziti. We are not fans of ziti, but we are also not picky, so we happily ate it. (Did I mention I didn't have to cook!) We ate that for a few days and our next meal arrived. Well, the next meal was pasta, with ziti noodles, except it had chicken and broccoli in it! Yeah for chicken and broccoli! After that, we got another pan of baked ziti. After eating pasta and pasta leftovers for a week and a half, we were getting a wee bit tired of pasta. Surely, we were past the pasta. Right? Wrong! We got another pan of baked ziti. The next lady to bring over a meal let me know she would drop it off the night before. I kept thinking in my head, 'what if its ziti? Prepare thyself for the ziti onslaught.' But what were the chances? Apparently, the chances of receiving a third pan of ziti in just over a week are pretty good.....we got another pan of baked ziti! I thanked her profusely and as soon as she left shoved it in my freezer. I could not face another pan of baked ziti. She asked Jeff that Sunday how we liked it and he said it was good. (As Jeff said, she didn't specify the ziti, and we did eat the bread and the salad:) Oddly enough, after receiving enough baked ziti to feed the entire Italian army, we got a pan of lasagna, which was just ironic and hilarious. I am so grateful for all the meals provided for us; they kept us from starvation those first few weeks. But if I ever see another pan of baked ziti coming at me I will dive behind my couch and curl up in a fetal position til it goes away. :)