Friday night/Saturday morning was a long swing/graveyard shift: not a lot of sleep, but a decent amount of yowls from those under and above three feet. One of my fleeting thoughts (other than that I love my bedbedbed and miss my bedbedbed) was of something fun to do Saturday morning.

“We should get up and walk to the new bakery down the street! Hubby and JJ can get donuts, and a few hours later Little A can enjoy the fresh baked whole grain bread I will consume. Fun!”

See, as a kid, we had a Saturday morning tradition of Dad driving a mile down the road to the Donut Shop (I think it’s called just that: “The Donut Shop” - how ingenious) and loading up with the biggest, yummiest donuts *ever*. The bars were the size of your forearm, and the fritters were so big that the middle was usually still doughy - mmmm. Uncle Bubba and I would load up on sugary goodness while watching our allotted two hours of Saturday Morning Drivel, and then I’m sure we’d start bouncing off the walls while my folks never really made the connection between our sugar high and increasing levels of annoyance. Or maybe they didn’t care, cause the donuts were *that* good.

Since moving to the ‘dee, I’ve had many discontented thoughts about living in the burbs. I think about living in the city and having “shops” - the flower shop, the meat shop, the little corner market. And a bakery: how I wished I had a nearby bakery.

But now I do! It’s nothing over-the-top, but the baked goods are yummy and it’s close. Of course, we’re all betting on when it will fold: businesses in this town seldom do well. So I’m spreading the word: go eat at the bakery!

So: Saturday morning. I didn’t share my thought with the Hubby: I was fairly incoherent and not really sure of the time or the state I reside in. I fell back asleep around 7am after Hubby took the Yowly One. All of a sudden I sat up: what time was it? What was going on? Where was I? And why was Hubby dressed and wearing the Ergo?

It was 8:30.

“What are you doing?”
“Wearing Little A.”
“Why?”
“We went for a walk.”
“Where did you go?”
“To the bakery. I bought some donuts, and I hope you don’t mind, but I bought one for JJ as well.”

[Frequent readers will know that JJ's sugar intake is limited for the sake of the safety of the world: we're caring citizens.]

“Aw: you did just what I wanted to do! I guess my mental telepathy is working, even though the thoughts don’t make it out of my head.”
“I guess.”

Yay for Donut Saturday!

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