

I was ambushed. It all began in ward council, I was sitting quietly, minding my business (surprising, I know) when this conversation ensues.
Sister Young Women's President: I think we should do something nice for the men in our ward for Father's Day.
Sister RS 1st counselor: Oh we are. We were talking in our meeting and we thought Lori could make Cinnamon Rolls.
Me: (Laughing) That's funny. No really, what are we doing?
Brother Missionary: Lori makes the best cinnamon rolls. (I will never make him Sunday treats again!)
Me: Why don't we order them from Albertson's like we did last year. Those were FANTASTIC!
All men in the room: Homemade are SO much better.
End of conversation.
So I think it is a funny joke, I get razzed every ward council. As we leave ward council Sister RS says, "Lori we will get you some help if you want."
Long story short I ended up making over 200 cinnamon rolls last week. I started on Monday making the dough and rolling them up and froze them at this point. My amazing sister Jackie came down on Friday and we baked them all on Saturday and frosted them on Saturday evening so they would be fresh. Carter put them in the back of his truck on Sunday morning and they warmed nicely. They were a huge hit, but I don't care if I ever see a cinnamon roll again. I need to learn how to say no.



