Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Because we're grown.


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.

15 comments:

Zen Otter said...

Awesomeness!!!

Kathryn said...

Twelve is, as we know, the perfect age :-)

God_Guurrlll said...

Ooooohhhhh, krispy kreams....

zorra said...

Being able to do stuff like this is one of the best prerogatives of adulthood.

RevAnne said...

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.

Vicki said...

Makes really good sense to me!

(Warm, soft, squishy doughtnuts... yum!)

Vicki said...

(oops...I really CAN spell...I just can't always type!)

DogBlogger said...

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.

Diane said...

mmm,mmm, good. just looking at them makes me fat.

zorra said...

I ate a doughnut this afternoon. Strawberry jelly. It's your fault.

DogBlogger said...

Oooh, Zorra... yes, I'll take some credit for contributing to your delinquency...

Lindy said...

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.

Hot Cup Lutheran said...

welcome back... i'd toast you by lifting high a krisp kream... but my arms are too jiggly. (hee hee)

SpookyRach said...

Love this - 'grown on the outside, 12 on the inside'.

Glad I found your new space.

Deb said...

mmmmmmmmmm.... wanting to lick my fingers...

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