Honestly! Seriously! Donuts, every Friday. In the office. Just sitting on the counter. The kitchen counter that you have to walk by to get anywhere. All day. THEY SIT. I leave and come back…and there are MORE DONUTS! New donuts, fresh donuts. And not the crappy kind. No. They are the Rocking Horse Bakery ones. The really really good ones. And maple bars, they have maple bars. I LOVE MAPLE BARS.
You dream of being this bone skinny bride, so frail people don’t even recognize you. How am I supposed to make this a freaking reality with DONUTS shoved in my face. Literally shoved.
I love you more than I love donuts.
But not more than I love Eric. Who of the donuts said, “Bring some home for Daddy!”
My coworker caught me taking this picture. He didn’t ask questions.