First, I do need to apologize for not updating the blog for a while. Been in kind of a funk, but good friends have helped me see things more clearly/dearly etc. Sing that song to yourself now, and I promise [sic] it'll never happen again. It probably is redundant for me to ever use "[sic]", since you already know I'm going to be sarcastic. I simply feel like my bracket keys are very underused. But now I'm rambling.
OK, on to the most devastating news you may ever hear from me. Last week I discovered something about me, that I myself would not have believed only moments before it happened. This would be a good time to say, "Okey dokey, pards, see ya next time!" and leave you hanging for 8 more weeks when I decide to blog again. That would be wrong. Many of you are too good to me, you need to hear this now.
Here's the disclaimer. What you are about to read could prove so shocking that it could harm our friendships. If you read it that way, know that I am alread begging for your forgiveness, but I will understand if you want to drop me. Prepare youself, this is a doozie.
Monday evening, while I was on the way back from hospital visits in Augusta, I spotted the neon glow of the Krispy Kreme sign. It beckoned me, "Hot doughnuts now." Folks, Jason and the Argonauts had an easier time with temptation--and they're a rock band!! Well, for some strange reason my car turned into Krispy Kreme. I got a cup of coffee and a dozen "hot ones".
While I ate the first one, I caught my self commenting, "I don't see what the big deal is." What the heck was that?? I ate two more to test my earlier hypothesis rendering very similar results. What you are about to read may hurt your feelings, but I do not particularly care for hot Krispy Kreme dougnnuts.
It sounds. . . um . . . it sounds . . . unAmerican! Don't get me wrong, I love Krispy Kreme dougnuts, but a chocolte cream filled or a sour cream or the doughnut of the month sounds more fun to me. Why not hot? I guess it goes back to my first exposure to the treats via school fundraisers. I think I'd prefer that variety to one just picked off the line. I know some of y'all are screaming right now. All I can say is, "It's not you. It's me." Maybe I just got hold of a bad batch. We can try it again some time.