My sister came over for lunch and to also drop something off for me. My fridge is pretty bare since we'll be heading away soon, so I bought manicotti lunch specials from my favorite pizzeria restaurant. I decided to make it all look nice by transferring them from the takeout containers to my own baking dish and salad bowl. My sister was so impressed and said "John (our brother) always tells me that dinner at your house is always so great and that your meals are better than anyone else's! I think he's right."

After my sister said the above, I just smiled and said thanks. Yes, my response sort of implied that I had made today's lunch myself, but I didn't see the need to fess up to buying it. After all, I have made homemade manicotti (even yummier ones) many times in the past.

Then about one minute later, my sister compliments the meal again, so my husband replies "Yes, Alfredo's Pizzeria has always made delicious food!"

You can only imagine the look I gave him. He didn't say that deliberately to out me. He was rather oblivious to the previous exchange.