Yesterday afternoon Mrs. Drang discovered that we had run out of some key ingredient for Thanksgiving dinner , and I needed to run to the store and get more.
While there, I wandered by the bakery department and picked up some scones for breakfast.
But Mrs. Dang doesn't want a scone, so I guess sconers strive in vain.
(Do you gain or lose points if the bad pun is obscure...?)(And I should have gone on about how they processed the makings so well, they were so light and airy, but "Sconers sieve in vain." Darn.)