I made chicken salad sandwiches for lunch today on toasted bread. They were really good. (I’ll post the recipe in the next few days, it is REALLY GOOD chicken salad).

Anyway, I served up everyone’s sandwich as usual, and showed up at the table with a knife. I then cut my sandwich in half diagonally. I always do that.

LB and Magpie don’t — but I do, I think it makes it taste better. So what is the big deal?

Halfway through lunch, LB, who was really in top form today with his sarcasm and jokes says,

“Every time I see you cut a sandwich in half like that, I want to go over and slap your momma for spoiling you that way.”

You believe this? My momma cut my sandwich in half cause I liked it, and it was spoiling me? How?

I am just sitting there, enjoying my sandwich, the way I like it, and Wham, my momma gets hurt.

So I take another delicious bite out of my sandwich and say,

“Well, you should go see her on the day that I cut the crusts off of my egg salad sandwich and THEN cut it in half.”

I do cut the crust off sometimes, I just LIKE it that way. I give the crust to the birds out back, they love it, no harm done. It is a win win situation.

Momma, look out. If LB shows up at your door, DUCK! And DO NOT, under any circumstances, cut his sandwich in half the way you did mine. Cause apparently, it makes me special in certain circles.