David and I have a favorite argument. He holds his sandwich with thumb on top, palm underneath. I hold my sandwich the opposite way. He claims his way is more stable and far superior. (I like to try to get him to drop his sandwich to test his claim.) He has to twist his arm and his elbow pokes out in order to hold the sandwich that way. I've never seen anyone else eat a sandwich upside down like that. We always argue about the right way to hold a sandwich. My way is the right way, of course, and his way is upside down. (Thumb underneath is the right way to go. If it is a big sandwich, you can use two hands. There is no way to use two hands doing it his way.)
Then one day I remembered some incriminating evidence I had in my possession. While on our
honeymoon, we went to an awesome sandwich place called Logans Heroes. Not surprisingly, DH ate a sandwich there. And I took pictures.
See this picture. He is caught red-handed, as it were, holding his sandwich my way--the right way. His cover is blown.
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So Janie's real birthday was friday, not today. And this post was meant for last friday, but was moved (and I forgot about the HB message).
It reminds me of a Gulliver story, Where tiny people were going to war with their neighbours over the right way to open a boiled egg - from the big or little end.
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