Donuts

I am driving into work this morning when my cell phone rings...it's Cherie from work begging me to stop and get donuts. Min's in the background and I can hear her whining and begging as well. So I turn my car around and I head to the donut shop. I buy each of us an apple fritter and I buy a milk for me. Min had said to buy some as well for the shop so I carefully picked out my dozen. (2 chocolate twists, 2 glazed twists, 1 raised crumb, 2 glazed, 3 buttermilk bars, 1 chocolate french crueller, 1 vanilla french crueller) I have given Cherie such a hard time in the past because when she brings donuts in, she just tells the people that she wants a dozen and tells them to pick them out! Geez, that's like asking someone to pick out an ice cream for you or a puppy! Today when I walked in, I gave Cherie a "Donut 101" lesson and explained to her how important it is to pick out the "good" donuts or you end up with the gross ones that nobody ever eats! Last week, Rudy had told me that he and Roger had stopped at a donut shop. When I asked him what kind of donut he got, he told me a plain cake donut and a raisin croissant! My response was, "Yuck! Why even bother!" I rest my case!

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
E.E. Cummings