Belle and I went to a funeral this morning. An old friend, Mike, who worked with Belle for many years and was a good friend. He died Saturday and we buried him this morning.
After the funeral, as we were coming through town, we stopped at a barbeque joint. Got a brisket sandwich and some potato salad. I wore a white shirt to the funeral.
After lunch, Belle noticed that the white shirt was still white. No barbeque sauce or meat stains. It's a small miracle, but one we'll take.
2 comments:
I'm sorry for your loss. I won't go near barbecue in a white shirt. No matter how careful it never turns out well.
That's because you had BBQ after the funeral. If you had had BBQ BEFORE the funeral, I think the odds of spill and stain would have been significantly higher. :-)
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