This is the kind of stuff that happens whenever I let Hubby run amok in Austin without me.
I musta been pretty ticked -- considering I don't eat donuts, and his doctor had just warned him about his high triglycerides -- ...
'cuz, early this morning, I did this.
Partly it was to see if any of them was actually "to die for" (No, especially not the morning after!) but mostly it was just to get a rise out of him.
I guess he didn't even notice because, when I came back in from walking a minute ago, he said "If you want one of those donuts, better get it now. I'm taking them all to the gallery with me in a little while, and leaving them there for the workers.