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.
Oh my gosh!! That is too funny. Odd how our minds work, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI saw the name on the gravestone of Bessette...I grew up next door to a family
with that name, Fran and Anita Bessette. Probably no relation, but who knows.
Great blog Deb ~ thanks for the laugh ~