Happy Donut

My love for donuts has been rekindled. Recently it has become somewhat of a ritual for my sister and I to make a trek out to Happy Donut on Sundays. We never plan what to order - we just start blurting donuts out to the Vietnamese clerk behind the counter. Most times we end up with a half-dozen or more (I'm convinced seeing donuts makes you greedy). Then we order two small coffees. I pair my old-fashioned chocolate donut with a cup of dark roast.

We took two hopeful converts along this Sunday, JJ and JC. We just might have won them over. Afterwards I saw JH at church who totally laughed because she had just gone that morning, too! I think she gets the donut thing. I actually went twice this week - Friday (aka mental health day) was partially reserved for Happy Donut. My mom warned me that this isn't healthy. I respond by faithfully eating my oatmeal still.