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.