Forgive me Nana for I have sinned.

It has been approximately 22 years since my last confession.

OK, so here i am driving to your house to collect the mail and check on the house (we had another bad storm come through town) etc. I am en route when the next thing I know, I am at the window of our beloved Dunkin Donuts. Without even thinking I blurt out "medium carmel iced coffee, cream , 2 sugar". I wondered how I even got there. It was all a blur. The car was on autopilot I surmised.

Then, as I hold the chilled container that holds what I can only describe as liquid gold, I take a long sip (much like a smoker that takes that beloved drag of a cigarette) that seems to last forever. Then it hits me, the familiar friend that I have been missing. I am ecstatic. But as quickly as that feeling hits me it is gone equally as fast.

Good bye feeling good, HELLO guilt. How could I have gone without you? How could I knowing that you were feeling the same emptiness. Each day on board the cruise ship, having to settle for something less than perfection? I am ashamed.

Well, I was ashamed until I took another sip!! Then all over again, that warm and fuzzy feeling of content that only dunkin's coffee could give.

The cycle continues, the guilt with pleasure after every sip. Now for the first time I truly understand that saying "Guilty Pleasure".

So Nana, what do you say a few Hail Mary's and we're good?

PS. Is there a local chapter of D.A. (dunkin's anonymous) in Port Saint Lucie?
oxoxoxox

A long week

It's been one week since I have had the pleasure of going to Dunkin Donuts. Although my wallet thanks me, my mouth does not. I have been dying to get my hands on a Medium Regular cup of Coffee...If and when I start getting the shakes (much like a junkie needed his/her fix) then I might consider going, but knowing that Nana has no Dunkin's in Alaska I will feel rather guilty going.