Friday, November 26, 2010

The Morning After The Feast Before

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.)

1 comment:

Roberta X said...

Paul M. A. Linebarger, anyone?