That's why we can decide that even though there are just two of us, twenty-four doughnuts is just right when the BOGO coupon is set to expire tonight. Just too good to pass up.
(They're not all gone yet... but we did have to eat the first few while they were still hot.)
Because we're grown on the outside, and twelve on the inside.
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Awesomeness!!!
Twelve is, as we know, the perfect age :-)
Ooooohhhhh, krispy kreams....
Being able to do stuff like this is one of the best prerogatives of adulthood.
Ben used to hate it when I insisted on watching them make the doughnuts...my inner child, however, is less mature than yours. He's 8. And he's a boy, which is odd. Potty humor and belching and all.
Makes really good sense to me!
(Warm, soft, squishy doughtnuts... yum!)
(oops...I really CAN spell...I just can't always type!)
RevAnne, I never considered that mine might be a boy! Potty humor is a big hit with me, much to the dismay of my college roommate/maid of honor. It's okay, though, as I have another college buddy who enjoys all things fart-related (except for the smell), and a sister-in-law who exchanges nose-picking-themed birthday cards with me year after year.
mmm,mmm, good. just looking at them makes me fat.
I ate a doughnut this afternoon. Strawberry jelly. It's your fault.
Oooh, Zorra... yes, I'll take some credit for contributing to your delinquency...
O but they're not mere doughnuts...they're Krispy Kreams! I am surprised 24 were enough.
So, glad to see you have another dog blog. I know you must have learned a lot from Cub. There really is no better communicator of God's love than a dog.
welcome back... i'd toast you by lifting high a krisp kream... but my arms are too jiggly. (hee hee)
Love this - 'grown on the outside, 12 on the inside'.
Glad I found your new space.
mmmmmmmmmm.... wanting to lick my fingers...
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