We must've been prophetic in our donut making because that same evening it snowed, enough to constitute a donut day snow (even though the blowing and drifting has revealed some of the grass, but hey, in Kansas, you got to work with what you were given).
I have decided that I can appreciate snow now that I occasionally get a snow day from work. Also, it's a fun reason to eat donuts and do nothing. Yet, this new year seems to be off to a slow start. With this snow has brought me a round of cabin fever. I can't wait to not have to wear socks all the time. Or to go to Costa Rica.
Oh well. I am not complaining about any form of moisture that falls from our dry sky.
Happy donut day!… whether it's real or fake…or both.