So on Monday night (11 ish) Matt and I ran down to the Conoco to get some Krispy Kremes. Just three. That's it. But the manager came over to us and told us to take what was left. I was going to refuse, but Matt spoke first … Anyhoo, we got to talking to her and she said she wanted to do a good deed. She was going in for major surgery the next day.
Anyhoo, thanks to her, we ended up with 97 donut. That's right folks … 8 dozen and a spare (though the spare was gone before we got home). Long story short … I don't think I really want to see a Krispy Kreme donut for a long time (and I've only had 3 of them … hehe). So she did me a huge favor. The idea of Krispy Kreme now disgusts me. 
PS. I was going to add a picture, but I seem to have misplaced my digital camera cord … bother.
Did your mom supply her office with a bunch of break goodies?
Is May tired of them yet?