Friday, January 17, 2014

A one and a half donut day

Today was a day for...

putting on the purple marshmallow suit and pink fleecy hat and leaving the house for a walk.  Some days you just have to wear the suit and leave the house, you know?

(And the dog looks at you quizzically because she knows you're going for a w-a-l-k and not taking her.)

You find yourself ending up at a flea did that happen?

You exercise self control and leave the typewriter and buy a tiny basket.  For 50 cents.  Plus 25% off.

Self control is thrown to the wind on the way home because you have to pass the Donut Palace!  You buy one for you, one for your husband.  (Mostly to make yourself feel better about buying one for you.)

You come home and put that purple marshmallow down for a nap.

She wakes up 20 minutes later, but it's okay, because she's so gosh darn cute...

and because you have to go get her out of her crib, which is the only thing that saves what's left of your husband's donut.

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