I have a confession to make.
(deep breath) I bought... biscuits in a can.
I know, I know! I, who can bake artisan bread well enough to make my nose wish it could cry, bought pre-made, store-brand biscuits in a can. It wasn't even Pillsbury! I have angered the Baking Gods, shamed my bread baking ancestors. And my only excuse is... well, standing too long makes the being in my belly angry. And I fear it's toilet-hugging wrath more than I do the Baking Gods, or my ancestors. Take it up with the Wee One! It's not my fault!
... oh, good, I wasn't smote down with a cupcake-scented lightning bolt. Perhaps I can be forgiven.
And now I must go, because my ice cream is melting. And melted ice cream is an even greater sin than biscuits in a can.