This could be considered a problem.

It is 11:00pm here in my part of the Mid West and I just had a romantic interlude with an expired can of croissant rolls, a cup and a half of veggie oil, and some baker’s sugar. What?! What was I supposed to do with them? Mr. Croupenstien and Sir Hackington have been tucked gently away for the night, my dear husband is manning his station (asleep) on the couch, and I am left to my own devices here in the kitchen. So by the light of my brand new Scentsy night light I fried up some yummies. I was really craving a doughnut since I am two chapters in to the new Evanovich book and all they can think of is doughnuts. As far as dough goes in this house, without making it from scratch (anyone notice the time?) I had cinnamon rolls, frozen biscuits, or expired croissant rolls. I talked myself into the rolls by remembering how delish the fried croissants that the local grocery chain makes and stuffs into the doughnut case. Though the cinnamon would have been nice I guess and it comes with its own glaze. Enough. Into the pan you go! They are wonderful but very rich. I am saving the rest for the kiddos (of all ages) in the morning. See:

I had to treat myself. I spent the day with little crabalicious doing MAJOR groceries. All day. I saved $86 in coupons, sale ads and freebies. I went to six different stores, seven if you count the detour to the mall. I needed a bonus. Now I’m having a beer. Don’t say it. Diet-shmiet. I hate being cold in the winter anyway. So what if I had to go up to a large at Victoria’s Secret, stupid free panty. Ugh. Starting tomorrow I will go to the gym everyday for at least an hour. Seriously. Stop laughing.