Wonder. . .full.

Our neighborhood is an interesting place. Sometimes a little scary, and sometimes just weird. Driving home from BYU we just saw a pickup truck whose entire bed was filled with loaves of Wonderbread speeding towards the freeway exit. Hundreds of white and wheat, piled up to almost overflowing, and we're thinking, "Where could they be going with this? That's a heck of a lot of ducks to feed."

Actually, what we were really thinking was this:
"What idiot punk held up the Hostess Bakery?"



Yes, yes. This is our world.