White powdered mini donuts. Reading the nutritional information on the side of the Hostess donettes package is scarier than any Stephen King novel. You might be surprised to know that a single package contains 40 per cent of your USDA daily fat content. One question is: do I eat them or snort them?
Drinks served in little plastic pineapples. I'm keeping it as a souvenir, and as a stark reminder of my money-managing skills.
Popcorn shrimp. Shrimp, coconut, a deep fryer and a defibrilator. Happy holidays.
A charley horse. It's holiday boot camp. We must have walked a billion miles yesterday. We had to...we had to burn off the mini donuts.
Vacation fights. Barb and I are making sport of spotting the fighting families. There seems to be something about deviating from your usual work-a-day routine that drives even the closest knit families into cold, clipped sidewalk spats. They need mini donut 911.
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