The morning started nicely enough. Tracy asked me if I wanted to share a bagel. Yum, of course I want to share a bagel. And then the sea turned wild, and the sky grew cloudy. And then, this happened...

For real. I know that sounds like click-bait, but it isn't. I just couldn't imagine Tracy would do something so...so...well, so unimaginable.

Here's the deal. A while back Tracy wrote this post about donuts....

I'm the person at work who cuts just a bite out of the treats that someone brought in. Muffins, doughnuts, scones...just a bite. Yes that's me! And if you bring in an assortment from someplace like Great Harvest Breads; guess what?! I might cut out a bite from more than one thing!

I wash my hands before I use the knife. I do not touch any part of the food that I'm not going to eat. It's all legit! But James Rabe acts like cutting a bite out of a doughnut is the same as if I went through the box and licked each and every one.

And I responded...

Click on me!

...why do I say "drop the knife, eat the donut"? Because leaving a donut with open ends is begging for a dry donut. A dry donut, Jerry. A. Dry. Donut. Dry like desert sand. Dry like pork chops cooked too long. Dry like my hands after folding and restocking sweaters at JC Penney (something I used to do).

So, as you can see...we have history in the donut arena. And it led to the video above.