Me: (Out of the blue, of course.) I’m going to need 106 timbits stat. (Timbits are doughnut holes available at Tim Horton’s restaurant. They’re gifts from God. See above.)
C: Yeah, I think you actually need to call ahead to order that many.
A few minutes later.
Me: Yeah, I called ahead. They’ve got the 106 ready.
Me: Ok, I’ll settle for 24.
Guess whose husband went and got me a pack of 20 timbits at 8:30 p.m.?
I love him.
That poor man. He cant’ win for losin’. He went and got me the doughnuts and will more than likely be forced to listen to me complain about my last 6 pregnancy pounds tomorrow.