because I knead the dough.





Good bakers will rise to the occasion, it’s the yeast they can do.





My 4-year old found a card with a picture of Eeyore on it.
Shaye: “Look Mom! It’s a picture of Eeyore. Eeyore is a donkey.”
Me: “How do you know that Eeyore is a donkey?”
Shaye: “Eeyore is a boy but he has a girl’s bow on its tail.”
Me: (ᕑᗢूᓫ∗)

A very disturbed man sought his analyst and said, “I have developed a phobia that is ruining my work. Crowds make me violently sick.”
“What’s your business?” asked the doctor.
The patient said, “I’m a pick-pocket.”