D’OH nut
Yesterday I drove all the way to our son’s school with a custard donut on the roof of the Jeep. I almost drove all the way to DePere with it there were it not for the frantic honking and waving by another parent behind me. I rescued the donut.
This morning, I saw her husband and he asked me how my donut was. “Cold”, I replied. My wife was astonished that I even ate the donut after having it sliding around up there. I don’t know what the big deal was, it was on a napkin.