Who Loves Me?!

My wonderful, tolerant, patient, loving husband took time out of his half hour lunch break to drive the long way home, stand in the lunch hour line-ups to bring me home fresh doughnuts and a coffee. This, of course, made it necessary for him to scarf his lunch down in record time and bolt back to work in a hurry.

He knows I really, really don't want to give up drinking coffee...even though tea and biscotti is pretty good. It is not, however, coffee.

Sigh.

You know, I was thinking. If Pioneer Woman's punks knew there were free doughnuts to be had up here in Canada-Land - no wrangling, branding, fencing, up-before-dawn mornings necessary - I bet they'd ride their little butts to the border and beg to come live with me.