Night before last, Stephen and I were reading in bed when I suddenly had an overwhelming craving for a donut. Now this is rare for me. I like donuts ok but while pregnant I don’t do too well with overly sugary foods. Then in the night I had a donut dream. I’m pretty sure that Homer Simpson was involved. I told Stephen about my dream yesterday morning and he laughed at me.
Yesterday afternoon I couldn’t stand it. I called Stephen at work and asked him please, please, please to stop and get me a donut and a bag of frozen mixed berries that my sister-in-law totally has me hooked on. Last night after dinner, I had a beautiful chocolate covered donut for desert.
Homer would be so proud.