Butter my crumpets

When I got up and saw a dusting of snow, I thought, “Well butter my crumpets!” I’ve never said or thought this before, nor have I heard anyone else say it (to the best of my recollection). I had to think for a moment to remember what a crumpet even was, much less whether buttering one was appropriate.

If this is what a full night of sleep does for you, you can keep it.