I am exhausted and worn out and not my usual fabulous boa-feathered and lucite-heel-muled self today, so rather than even try to rouse myself up to the level of pep required to entertain you even marginally, I’ll just send you over to my friend Karen Shaw’s space on the internet (a/k/a/ “blog”, a word that still makes me cringe so hard that it feels like I’m wringing bile from my liver), where she outlines a really nifty project she’s undertaking with her toddler son. By the end of her trip, she will have earned the right to be exhausted. Unlike yours truly (ugggh), who’s probably just worn out from being away in a mysteryland for a weekend with not a lick of decent Thai food.
So … skedaddle. Go over there, and check out Karen’s trek. Tomorrow I trust I’ll be back to being full of vim, vigor, and vinniebarbarino.
Toodles.
You’re in LA. Duh.
Randy’s in Inglewood is OK, Jodi, but the Drive-Through Donut in good ol’ La Puente, CA is ‘most immersive’.
Randy’s in Inglewood is OK, Jodi, but the Drive-Through Donut in good ol’ La Puente, CA is ‘most immersive’.
Oops!
Sorry, Jodi.
I’ve been to Randy’s Donuts. And there used to be one just like that in Long Beach, which I drove past every day on my way to work. I was a good girl and resisted the temptation to stop in. I think it’s safe to say I’d still resist today. Which makes me a total freak.
P.S. You’re not so very far away from me right now. It’s a shame you couldn’t swing south for a nice extended drive
geography schmeeography…what about the cake?
I could totally resist the temptation, too. In fact, a donut couldn’t tempt me even if it dressed up as David Cook and serenaded me with “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”.
The cake did not make me feel any differently about cake.
Where does one go to have a giant donut like that fabricated?
I want to install one on the roof of my house.
“Just turn left off West Avenue, go up one block and you’ll see my house. It’s got a giant donut on the roof.”