This is a real thing, people. One of my favorite days. I innocently asked our work admin if there was a thing planned for work for this epic made-up holiday, because if there wasn’t, then I was going to buy a dozen for my little pod of worker bees. Could I help it if I planted an idea in our awesome admin team’s heads and then this happened: Dozens and dozens of doughnuts from Frost:

I’m not going to lie. It was ridiculous, and I probably tasted at least 6 different ones. And I probably would have been perfectly content with one. THE one, my favorite doughnut of all time that I just don’t get very often because Top Pot* where I usualy go doesn’t make them.

I’m talking about the cruller. The French Cruller.

I thought an extra cup of coffee would be in order to enjoy the cruller, this one stuffed with unnecessary frosting, but still. Incredible:

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(Memo to self, second cup of coffee is NOT a good idea)

Oh, and, sometime this month, this happened. I was heading to the very healthy and good-for-you Evolution Fresh with my pal, let’s call her “Sam”, when I bumped into my work spouse in the elevator. “I’m going to the food trucks,” said the work spouse. I was torn. “Oh go, already,” said Sam. So I did. And accidently ordered a bag of beignets.

That won’t happen again! I said to myself. Except it did, when work spouse and I went back to the food trucks a week or so later. Beignets are from Where Ya At, Matt?

*(And, sorry Top Pot for not going to your establishment on this day of all days, but you see me so very often on all the other days, and besides it’s very likely you didn’t even know I wasn’t there. I did wear your shirt in honor of the day, okay?)