When the dryer dings and you think, “It’s time for a donut,” you may have a bigger problem than wrinkled clothes. And when a friend mentions that very predicament and you can’t get the word, “donut,” out of your head, then you, yourself, really have a problem!
Years ago there was a dive-of-a-donut shop my sister and her kids shared with me when I visited. Once inside, the north wall was plastered with coffee mugs from the “regulars.” I have no idea if the mugs were ever washed? The place wreaked of smoke, too, because we hadn’t regulated that aspect of health yet. Regardless of the dumpy interior, cigarette-infused air, and cracked floor tiles, we all looked forward to the donut shop and their homemade delights.
I think the closest donut is currently 30 miles away. It shall remain safe from consumption and I shall go and exercise another option!
If you haven’t visited the Donut Shop over by me yet… you must!!! Cronuts are amazing❤
But it’s now more than 500 miles away!