It’s confession time. Saturday morning I woke up, worked out, and decided to stop at the grocery store before going home. Why? Because I’ve developed this unreasonable attraction to King Sooper’s chocolate donuts. Not the puffy, glazed variety. But the solid, devil’s food cake.
So … I went through checkout with a dozen donuts, three cases of diet drinks, and a copy of the Denver Post. In my sweat pants.