Give the mama a doughnut & the world's a better place.

I can't even begin to tell you what fantastic friends I have.....but let me just go ahead and tell you......they are fan.tas.tic.!!

Especially this little lady who called my cell phone this evening while I was cleaning my kitchen countertops and loading the dishwasher from supper, washing the bedsheets and blankets of sick boy, lysol-ing the doorknobs (again), etc.etc.etc. :

"Hello"

"Hey, what are you doing? Are you at home?"

"Yes, I'm cleaning up....is something the matter?"

"Can you step outside to the edge of your garage?"

(me walking through the house, into the dark laundry room, why didn't I turn on the light?, almost tripping over a basket of clean, or were they dirty?, clothes) "Sure, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just have something for you, that's all."

(me stepping outside the back door, into the darkness, wondering if Ed McMahon has chosen her as my surprise friend to deliver THE check, and that lovely bouquet of balloons)

"Okay, I see you..." click.

I arrive at the edge of her automobile, she's standing outside her cardoor. It's dark. Very dark because I forgot to turn on the outside lights as well. She's saying something...I'm not even sure exactly what, because my pupils have finally adjusted to their surroundings, plus I have gotten within a few inches of her, and I can clearly see what she's holding in her hands.

And I let out many high pitched squeals and screams........of delight. Pure delight.

It's none other than a box of Kripy Kremes. Or a pot of gold in my book. Better than an Ed McMahon check. Okay, maybe that's a stretch....with Ed's check, I could probably buy my own franchise, and have doughnuts whenever. But how fun would that be??

I'd rather my friends show up on my doorstep with a hot dozen.

Random acts of kindness. That friend. She just made my night. week. month. year.

All with that one, or one dozen as it were, random act of kindness.....that also made me have to put on my elastic waist pants.

CK, from the bottom of my sugar overloaded heart.....I thank you. And just for the record, I did share with the family. But I've hidden the remaining few. Is that so bad? I didn't think so either. :)