The other night, as I was watching The Falcons lose
to New England, I kept telling Joan that I was craving
some Dunkin Donuts, two of them. Joan went out to a
show last night, and when she got home at midnight,
she woke me, holding a box of four Krispy Kreme donuts
under my nose. In my near sleep I chowed down on the
two chocolate glazed that were in the box, and Joan saved
the two pumkin spice for this morning. Coffee and donuts
have been consumed, and all is good at The Mableton Mansion.
(Do you like Dunkin Donuts or Krispy Kreme donuts better?!)