I've just been playing catch up all week.
You know the stuff: work, weeding through 13 days of mail, filling up the cupboards and fridge so you don't start getting called Old Mother Hubbard by your husband, and so on.
I also celebrated a birthday on Saturday...with donuts.
It was Bruce's peace offering to Ella's 5:30 am wake up call.
I ate one and was disappointed when Talia finished hers entirely. Shoot.
Eating donuts reminded me of vacation, when we ate donuts at least twice a day.
Oh yes we did...at Britt's Donut Shop.
Breakfast, lunch, naptime or dinner...it could be donut time whenever you wanted it to be.
They sell one kind: glazed.
I know it doesn't look like much...but it's a piping hot, sugary glaze of heaven when you get it.
Krispy Kreme who?
You have to let it cool before you can even touch it.
You cannot help but raise yours and cheers-ing (not a word) the person closest to you!
"We're on vacation. We can have donuts as many times a day as we want."
I love my Dad, and that is what we did.
Britt's is voted the #2 Favorite Independent Small Town Donut Shop in America...who in the world could be number one?
I'm not sure where it is.
But when I find out, we will be planning a family trip there.
I hope it's close to a beach. ;)