My pappy, who is a very nice fellow, made us gluten-free pancakes for breakfast. But he normally doesn’t cook gluten-free so didn’t realize that his recipe produces 7,000 pancakes till it was too late.

Luckily he packed them for us. So lunch today was pancakes at a picnic area in the middle of nowhere. If you look to the upper left of the pancake, that’s where it is.

The weird part: Atop the pancake is a perfect image of Bea Arthur.

Or it could be a lawn gnome with a round hat. It’s hard to tell the difference. I was driving all day without my  glasses so I wouldn’t be distracted by traffic signs and oncoming traffic and stuff.

Mo had an orange. She didn’t say what it looked like.

The end.