I know I said I'd put up a pic, but I decided to just get it over with and put the pic up later. =D
Okay, so one day when I was about five, by great-grandparents came for a visit. They brought with them a box of donut holes. This box of donut holes got set on the kitchen table, opened. Whenever I went through the kitchen, I ate a donut hole. The house we were in then was the kind of house where you could go through the kitchen very often, and so, by the time dinner came along, the whole box was empty! I had eaten every single donut hole!!! I guess you could image how I was feeling.... Y-U-C-K! I looked pretty pitiful, too. :D
In Christ Alone,
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