Several weeks ago I preached a funeral for a church member. It was a fairly typical service. At the conclusion of the service, in my best “pastoral” manner I thanked everyone for their compassion toward the family and for taking the time to be present at the service to pay their respects. I then explained that the burial would follow and all were invited.
As I stood on the sidewalk in front of the church, shaking hands and hugging necks, feeling kind of smug that things had gone very well, the funeral director pulled me aside and asked, “Did you really intend to tell the congregation that the burial would he done at the nursing home?”
Yep, you guessed it. Instead of telling them we were headed to the Levelland Cemetery, I asked them to join me at the Levelland Nursing Home for the internment!
No matter how well we think we may be doing, we still manage to slip occasionally and remember that we are not quite as good as we might think.
Clay in the Hands 
I do this constantly. I say one thing but think I said another! To me that is a sign of too much on your mind!