It is official, I have lost my marbles. Marty even has it in writing. Today we were making sandwiches for lunch. The bread was from a loaf we had opened before we went to Louisville. It was tightly closed, but still was at least two weeks old. I looked at it, the top 5 or 6 pieces were OK, but the rest of the loaf had blue spots.
I told Marty the loaf is blue. I threw out the blue pieces and added bread to our grocery list. When Marty was leaving for the grocery, he said, “What’s this word?” I looked at the list, last word written, had to be bread. But it wasn’t, I had written blue.