The son is off to college next week. Yikes! We’re currently running around looking for just the right things to fill his dorm room. Bed Bath and Beyond for shelves? Coupon in hand but the shelves looked too girly. Weird flowery grid. Off to Ikea. We found a great shelf which will hold bins. Cool black, no feminine details. Whew! Driving back the freeway was sooo crowded on a Friday afternoon. I took another route, which sent me directly into a work zone. I followed a sign (I thought) and was suddenly going the wrong direction, sailing back across the river. Shoot!(?) The son is looking at his phone to see where we should aim ourselves next and proclaims we are close to Voodoo Doughnuts. Not the original location, he says, but the east side Voodoo 2. “Okay” I say. Who needs to get home when we can stop for a moment of quality time. Besides it’s past lunch time and we don’t want to risk getting cranky at one another.
I order the bacon maple bar and he got the Old Dirty Bastard (that’s my boy). They were delicious and it was a nice moment to get off the road and have just one more minute of fun before he flies the coop. We brought a few home too for the others, just in case they felt left out of the craziness. Thanks Voodoo!
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