When we were kids, we looked forward to our parents (or uncles and aunts) coming home - they always had "pasalubong" of some sort. It was a great treat for us when they brought home Dunkin' Donuts. I had forgotten this - until last night.
Jerry went out to drink; this has been a bone of contention for the longest time, but last night, he promised to be home at 2 am. We've been through a lot, and I was really hoping he'd deliver on his promise this time. Well, he did text when he was out. He came home a little late, and he brought these home with him:
Don't get me wrong - I think it's really really sweet. I loved it. I just found it so funny that there I was, asleep in the middle of the night, trying to lessen my food intake (yeah I am trying to lose weight), and my husband comes home with no less than 15 donuts. He said it was cheaper to get 15 than 12 - a promo of some sort. AND he wouldn't stop till I ate one. At 2 in the morning.
Thank God he gave the guards downstairs some - otherwise he would have wanted me to stuff my face even more. That's my doughnut man for ya.