Saturday, November 21, 2015

Meatloaf sandwiches

Last night I made meatloaf for dinner.  There was a lot left over, so today I made meatloaf sandwiches to take on our ride.

We went to Greenfield and ended up at my grandparents' graves in Green River Cemetery.  I like to check on them every now and then because the cemetery has been having a problem with erosion of the hill where they are buried.



While we were there we decided that it was a good place to eat our sandwiches.  While I was outside taking pictures of the grave stone, Paul got the sandwiches out of our cooler.  All of a sudden I heard him yell out the window, "Debbie, Debbie, there's no bread on the top of the sandwich."  There were four sandwiches and I told him to check the other ones.  "Same thing," he yelled.



For some reason, this struck me so funny.  I haven't laughed that much in forever.  Every time I thought about it for the rest of the day it struck me funny.  Even now as I am typing this I could laugh out loud.

I have no idea how I could do that.  Paul said, "When you wrapped them in foil, didn't they look funny?"

Totally hysterical.