On Sunday, The Husband made us pancakes for breakfast while I got dressed. When I emerged from the bathroom, he said, “I made church pancakes.”
“Oh?” I said. “Are they shaped like a church?”
“No.”
“Are they shaped like a cross?”
“No.”
“Are they shaped like the Holy Eucharist?”
“That’s just a circle,” he pointed out. “The traditional shape of pancakes.”
“Well, I know,” I said, “but I thought maybe you were just making a joke because it’s Sunday.” Then I sat down at the table and found amidst the standard circular – or Holy Eucharist shaped –pancakes, two pancakes formed into rings. Looking up, I saw The Husband grinning like an idiot and waiting expectantly. “Are they church pancakes because they’re holey?” I asked him.
“Yeah!” he shouted. And then he giggled for about five minutes.
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That made me laugh out loud. Someday can I meet The Husband? Oh, and you too, I guess. :)
Yes! Come to Massachusetts! We will go on a Duck Tour.
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