The Commander took the little Honda motorcycle down to a town about 35 miles from here to be worked on a couple of weeks ago. This morning, we headed down there to pick it up. I asked him if there were places we could shop there. He said because we will have the trailer hooked on, we couldn't stop.
After we picked the motorcycle up, he drove through downtown so I could see the sights.
Me - "Antique shop, computer shop that sells Macs, antique shop, scrapbook store, Daylight Donuts....STOP THIS CAR RIGHT NOW!"
He whipped around the corner and found parking. I jumped out of the Element and said, "Do you want anything?" He replied, "What? You were just going to get you something?" Uh, yeah. Duh.
Since it has been more than four months since I have had a donut, I tried not to go too crazy - five Bear Claws (No apples. Just cinnamon, nutmeg and allspice. But still....), two chocolate and bavarian cream things, three glazed, and one huge something or the other with cream and coconut.
So what is the proper procedure for eating the ginormous box of donuts on your lap? Do you slowly savor them? Space them out through the day? Or dive right in and eat every freakin' one of them before you drive the 35 miles back home?
(I managed to just eat two (still warm) bear claws. The Commander had one glazed. It was tough.)
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God bless whomever invented the donut! LOve, love, love 'em. Saw a sign at a marathon once...had inspirational messages at each mile. Mile 26 it said..congrats. you just ran off a donut. ouch.
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