The last two weeks were big fails – bread that didn’t rise, smoothies that didn’t appeal to discriminating palates. I decided to come back in a big way with something fancy and delicious. But then I sort of lost track of the days of the week. And Dave bought me tickets to see G. Love with Special Sauce as a Valentine’s Gift. One thing led to another, and I was coming out of my bedroom in makeup, wearing a cute outfit on a Thursday night without a care in the world.
One child said, “Hey good lookin’…” And I thought, “how sweet of him to notice that I got dressed up.” And then he followed it up with, “… whatcha got cooking? For Fancy Breakfast Friday that is?” And I realized I had no plan. And I was probably going to stay up too late and not want to get up early.
We made a quick stop at the grocery store on our way to the Boulder Theater and picked up a dozen donuts. Because, in a pinch, no one complains about day old donuts on a school day.
Where’d you get them donuts at?? T
I love cake donuts