But it was cold and rainy and none of us wanted to be in the garage so I took the boys home and returned to a white cardboard box filled with that-which-I-cannot-resist.
Glazed.... powdered sugar.... cinnamon dusted... cake or air puffed up nearly three inches high... doughnuts are my nemesis. Like Ado Annie, I'm just a girl who cain't say no.
He's done this before, brought irresistible treasures like these into my house. Yes, my house.... my kitchen.... because the smell of them permeates every room and I have no where to hide. This time, I decided to take matters into my own hands - I ate one as soon as I saw them.
It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Unfortunately, there were 5 more just like it, sitting there in all their sugary splendor. I forced myself to flee the scene. I was safe, for the moment, at least. But all afternoon, as I wrote postcards and unpacked groceries and made dinner and got fresh bottles of Perrier they stared at me. Through the cardboard carrier, I could feel them calling me.
And so, this afternoon, when he got up with Want a doughnut? from beside me, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Yes, yes, oh yes I want not one but a dozen doughnuts.......