Deborah has been really sick the past couple of weeks, so this evening, I called her and asked if I could bring by some dinner. (I made chicken enchiladas last night and had several left over.)
She excitedly agreed.
Fifteen minutes later, she called back and left me this message: "Hi, Rachel. I invited my daughter, her boyfriend, my brother, and my mom. So make sure you bring enough. If you can. Bye."
Blunt--but endearing. :)
All I had was an 8x8 pan, so I figured they'd have to make due.
When I actually brought the meal, Deborah's brother answered the door and greeted me with, "Dang, Rachel, you've really put on some weight!"
Not exactly the welcome I was hoping for, but I chuckled a little and said, "You're probably right, Chuckie."
His response? "Probably right? No, I am definitely right. Girl, you look a lot heavier."
At this point, I probably should've taken my enchiladas and stalked back to my car in a huff--but I had to remind myself that, to Deborah and her family, that comment might not be considered an insult.
Gotta love blunt people.