Apparently they aren't called "tractor tires." And I'm sure I just made the bakery lady's day.
We serve lunch on Sunday for the first time and I'm trying not to be nervous. There are baptisms and other extra company and I just know that this will be the Sunday that we run out of food and people go hungry...
I doesn't help that I'm tired... little miss decided to have a scream-fest from 12:30-3am Sunday night/ Monday morning. We finally let her sleep with us because she woke up every time I put her in her crib. Last night she stayed up until midnight... I hear all about babies with crazy schedules- what about babies with no schedules? *sigh* It's driving her structure and pattern loving mother batty.
Blessings.
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Ok, that's really funny about the donuts...at the place we got ours, the lady was trying to describe them to us and couldn't think of the word, so when I said, "Tractor tires?" she was like, "Yes! That's what I mean!" :D
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