So, I was at the bakery this morning, picking up some fresh bread for breakfast. The baker was telling me about how early he has to start every day to get everything ready.

I guess he really kneads his job.

I was feeling pretty sleepy this morning after staying up late last night. My son asked me why I looked so tired as I was pouring my coffee.

I told him, 'I guess I'm just feeling a little *depresso*!'

I'm trying to start a career in baking, but I'm struggling to knead the dough.

I'm addicted to placebos — I could quit, but it wouldn't make a difference.