An early Sunday Costco run. Treats for The Mouse.
It has been at least a year, or two since The Mouse ate a Costco hot dog. Mmm.
I think my doctor would be okay with that (not the hot dog, the interval between). Moderation right?
The churro got bent during transit, that’s okay, it was still good. Reminds The Mouse of Chinese fried donuts for breakfast (without the sugar). Happy mouse. Hee hee.