We stopped at Krispy Kreme on Saturday. We knew a storm was coming and were stocking up for the weekend. I held the bag of doughnuts on my lap all the way home. I kept opening the bag and sniffing the contents.
I didn't eat my glazed raspberry doughnut on Saturday or Sunday. I was waiting for the right moment. I have diabetes, so have to be careful with sweets.
This morning, I decided that this was a good time. It was time for breakfast, my blood sugar was a little low and I had the Monday blues something fierce.
I opened the bag.
And you guessed it....that doughnut was as hard as a rock. I could have used it for a hockey puck.
So much for delayed gratification. Next time, I will snarf that sucker down like I wanted to in the car on the way home. Both Bing and Liv did that and they were in sugar high heaven.
Ah, well.....the peanut butter toast was better for me, I suppose.
But Mondays require something special.
Shit. Pee butt. I wanted that doughnut!