The donut was still here when I arrived Tuesday morning, which would be day 11. It was gone when I came back from lunch. I hope somebody ate it, as is the destiny of every donut. I wonder what an 11-day-old donut tastes like. Not that I would want one. I was really rooting for it to be left alone until it grew legs and walked away on its own. Ah well, so ends the plight of our sugar frosted little friend. Dough you are gone, you are not forgotten.
When I got home Wednesday, Feb. 14, I greeted the missus a Happy Valentine's and gave her a kiss and a hug. There was a paused and we looked into each other's eyes for a second or two and I said... "You're not expecting anything are you?" Yup, I'm a hopeless romantic. She's so lucky to have me.
aww.. sad to hear about the donut.. well its in a better place now...donut heaven I assume =) hehehe
hahaha natawa ako when you asked the missus if she's expecting anything.. LOL! i was expecting to read the next line as her kicking you out of the house.. LOL! Kidding!
so how can you be sure that someone ate it? what if it did grow legs (hundreds of microscopic ones that you didnt see before lunch) and walked / wobbled / crawled away?
watch your step...you might run into your donut on your way out of the office
hahaha! when the missus and i were still dating, she went into a rant once that valentine was just a commercial holiday. businesses supporting a holiday to give people a reason to spend money. but she did also tell me once that she didn't like flowers but i've found that not to be true since then. women... no offense by the way :P
as for the donut... well, yeah! i don't know that it didn't crawl away. it might be hiding out somewhere waiting and buying its time to take revenge on people that ignored it. so yeah, run when you see a rampaging donut :P when it attacks you head on, jump through the hole. i guess you can always take a bite off it if you get desperate.
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