Unicorns for Breakfast.
The other day, Chris and I were discussing the origins of the word "lunch." (This spawned from a conversation about the literal nature of the word "breakfast" - breaking the fast. We are word nerds. And very boring to go for long car rides with.) Our guesses were denied and confirmed by a quick Google search from my KerriBerry.
But a Yahoo! answers thing came up as part of the Google search, so I clicked through out of pure curiosity. Because when the question is "Can I have a unicorn for breakfast?", one must find out the answer. And when I saw it, I couldn't stop laughing. Seriously. I couldn't even read it out loud to Chris without cracking up at the last part and causing him to lean over as he was driving and say, "What? What's that last part?"
Call me immature (I double-dog-dare you) or call me goofy, but the mental image of a unicorn tree made my day. The sun rises and this young Yahoo! answerer stumbles out into their front yard and plucks a bright, glittery unicorn from the tree for their healthy breakfast before the Sweet Pickles bus comes to take them to school.
Unicorns for breakfast.
This is what happens when sleep is replaced by coffee.