Holding on for a donut

This year donut night was my reason for living. 5 days before the blessed day, I had a baby heart attack when I thought for a brief moment that we had missed it. 

I don't know. 

Sometimes you just NEED your darling friend to make you fried bread dipped in sugar.

You need it it like you need air

or two pillows 

 

or secret chocolate

or a crying song

or a caffeine stash

Consider me tided over.  

I might make it to Pie Night.