M wife and I were reading the newspaper together at the kitchen table. She was deep into the sports section, and I was probably contemplating comments on the editorial page.
Suddenly the urge for sweets overcame me, and I looked up at Peggy and said, "I'm in the mood for some puffed pastry."
Peggy looked up from her newspaper and with just a slight pause replied, "I looked in the mirror yesterday, and I am puffed pastry."
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