So there was this whole big box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts on the counter.

And she said she didn’t really care for custard filled doughnuts, and that’s what was left. That box was taking up lots of counter space, just to house that one custard filled doughnut. And it’s not like I’m not on my way to Wal-Mart to buy Metamucil and Slimfast. I have to do that because I have to fit my fat ass into some nice clothes for our relocation information trip to Eureka Springs in a couple weeks. And I can’t show up hoping to apply as a resident for this small, quaint, crime-free little burg, and look like some freakin’ Jabba the Hut wannabe. And since I’m going on this crash diet, why the hell should I deny myself that last custard-filled Krispy Kreme? They’re only the best doughnuts in the world. And if it sits on that counter any longer, it’ll spoil, and what’s that–? 30 cents down the drain? That wouldn’t be frugal at all.

And I’ve been up all night and need my energy for the trip to Wal-Mart.

And the box was taking up so much room on the counter.