Well, it’s Valentine’s Day and Opie got me Macaron of theMonth Club.
Macarons from [ma-kah-rohn] |
This is awesome for 2 reasons.
First, because macarons are amazing little bites of chewy,
creamy, heaven. I love them with a love that is more than love but they’re the
one cookie/sweet that I have trouble making. The fact that I will be getting random
boxes of deliciousness makes me want to dance around the room with unbridled
joy.
But it’s also awesome because he didn’t get me donuts.
See, there’s a big dancing, donut delivery promotion going
on here in Tulsa (and, apparently, other places) right now that’s actually been
pretty popular. The donut guy delivered a batch to someone at my gym (which
seems a little counter-productive), delivered to a guy at Opie’s work today…basically,
he’s been delivering all over town.
And please don’t think that I don’t love donuts…or that I
wouldn’t love a nice, fresh batch of donuts delivered to my door to be gobbled
down with reckless abandon.
The thing is, THIS is the donut guy:
Going into the gym |
At Opie's Workplace |
And good for him for not having my body image issues…but,
let’s be honest, if ANY guy showed up at my door wearing nothing but boots,
wings and a diaper, I wouldn’t let him in. Even if he did have a batch of
delicious donuts in his hands.
All in all, I much prefer the macarons!
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