All for me!?

I promised I'd post the picture of Ben with his birthday doughnut. He had a bite or two but wasn't actually that impressed with the sugar bomb of a breakfast.

My Dears, I have to admit: I am love with the idea of doughnuts. I look at them and think: "whoa. that looks sooooo good, I could eat dozens!".

So I scarf one down.

And promptly feel sick.

So I swear off doughnuts for life.

But somehow I seem to forget this resolution every six months or so and convince myself that a doughnut is the answer to all of life's problems. And then I get another upset stomach.

It's a vicious cycle, I tell you.