Larry and I are just returning from our 3.3 mile walk to Seven Peaks and back and we're almost home when I start to smell the Provo Bakery about two blocks away. Today I declared, " Damn that Provo Bakery" and Larry laughed and said, "I better remember to bring my wallet tomorrow." However I don't really want a donut at 6:40 AM and Larry really shouldn't eat sweets, with his diabetes and all.
Today I can't get that damn Provo Bakery out of my mind.
Will I stop and indulge on my way to work or will I wait until tomorrow morning hoping that Larry will remember his wallet. Only time will tell.