Do you know what that means for someone like me?
It means: Thank God.
It means: An excuse!
It means: Why is this only once a year?
It means: fuck yes.
It means: nothing else matters.
I don't have many dessert cravings. I am just not particularly inclined to enjoy cakes or sweets or pies or tarts. Candy doesn't do much for me. Either does chocolate.
(That's a lie. Chocolate does things for everyone. All the things.)
But put me in a room of donuts? They'll be gone. Scout's honor.
And, regrettably, a new doughnut co-op has opened two blocks from my home. I am fairly certain that shouldn't be legal. I feel like you should have notify everyone in the neighborhood that the most dangerous place in the universe is just a few blocks from your humble home.
While I may have been a few days late, I managed to spread the joy of National Donut Day to the office this morning.
And promptly ate half the dozen.