Guess What Time It Is!

So...

Let me just give you a little background. Pointless background, I'm sure you will soon discover.

The other morning, I had to go get dog food (a common occurrence). On the way I decided that I would really love a piping hot breakfast from Biscuitville. (Don't have a Biscuitville in your area? You have never heard of Biscuitville? Well, I am very, very sorry. I lament for you. It is a fast food chain that serves nothing but breakfast here in the southeast. They are only open until 2 p.m. and they are delicious).

At our old house, we were about 3 minutes away from this restaurant. But here in the stix? It is a 30 minute drive to the nearest. So, obviously, this was a worthwhile excursion for a $3.00 breakfast!

Anyway, all of this is leading up to what I saw on the way to Biscuitville. A sign at a local hardware store.

Guess what time it is?


That's right. Opossum stew time. Grab your spoons (forks?) ladies and gentlemen!