My Aunt, the Martyr

I just had the following conversation with my dad's sister, via texting.

Aunt: Good morning. Would it be possible for u to bring down grammas cardtable with u? Mike is bringing down the bbq for Cary and doesn't have room.
Me: Sure, no problem =] (SIDENOTE: See how nice I'm being??)
Aunt: Thank u. We're thinking for dinner and the puzzle it would be a good thing. We're going to head down to Pacific City in a bit to watch the surfers and have a crab cakes egg benedict, and a bloody mary ;-)
Me: You're killing me, Smalls! Tonight I'm making one of the desserts, which now I'm debating sharing with everyone =P
Aunt: Hmmmm. I'm doing it for gramma really....it's a sacrifice....
Me: Oh sure. Just like I sacrifice for the economy at the Black Friday Sales!
Aunt: Yeah, something like that. And I do so enjoy being a martyr :-)

CRUEL, I TELL YOU!!! Most of my family is at the beach, and I'm here in the city for 2 more days for work. The injustice of it all is hard to bear sometimes.