Friday, July 22, 2011

Weighing his Options

We are STILLLLLLLLL harvesting so Brian is out in the field until late.  Grandma makes them sandwiches every night and takes them to the field along with a jug of tea, chips, and some sweets.  After the ridiculously long harvest we have had, the men are getting to the point of never wanting to see a ham sandwich again. EVER.  It will take him until next harvest before he can call a ham sandwich palatable.
The other night he called me at 8:30 and said due to breakdowns they were calling it a night;  did I want to feed him or should he go to Grandma's?  I wanted to see him, but I had no meat thawed and had planned on fixing myself an egg salad sandwich (keep in mind-no meat, no meal is his theory).  He wasn't thrilled so he said he'd see what Grandma was cooking when he switched pick-ups at her house.  About fifteen minutes later, I got a call from Grandma.  "Your husband is heading home as fast as he can.  He left a few minutes ago."
Me: "What are you fixing for supper?"
Grandma: "Fried ham"

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