It was Donut Day at school today. Guess who hosts Donut Day? Student Council...led by a big-hair-lovin'-Texas-turned-Los-Angeles-girl who is trying not to think about donuts. 12 dozen donuts were screaming out at me from their bright pink boxes. Anything that comes in a bright pink box has got to be good. And by 10:05, I was convinced that I loved cake donuts with white frosting and little colored sprinkles more than Jesus. By 10:08, after a stampede of 120 middle school wildabeasts, there were only a couple of boxes left. Unfortunately, one of the boxes included two cake donuts with their @#$%&* frosting and their *&%$#@ sprinkles. I carried the box lovingly across the parking lot, opening the lid a couple of times to make sure they were still sleeping peacefully. I'm convinced one of them smiled at me. I dropped them off in the teacher's lounge and ran away crying. I should have left a note. It would have read "I've always loved you and I always will. Not a day will go by that you're not in my thoughts. Look me up in 18 years, ok?"