Friday night, after Knott’s, we took the kids back to my parents house, and Dad offered to let us use his car so that Kyle and I could go out alone. We didn’t have a destination in mind at first, so we just kind of drove around. I mentioned that I would like to get donuts in the morning for breakfast. I have a thing for donuts, REAL donuts.We don’t have many donut shops here in Utah and Wal-Mart donuts really just aren’t the same. We do have a ‘Daylight Donuts’ but it’s not exactly close to where we live at all, so we rarely go. So almost every time we are in California we get a whole bunch of donuts to share. Kyle said that getting donuts in the morning would be fine, but that the donut shop we usually go to only takes cash and we don’t carry cash with us. So while we were out on our way to the track at my old middle school (I wanted to go for a run), I pointed out a different donut shop. The track wasn’t lit and the sun had gone down so we got back in the car and kept driving. I told Kyle to go over by Bradford Staduim and I pointed out two more donut shops on the way. We continued past the stadium and down towards Fullerton College. Kyle pointed out the Taqueria in the little shopping strip, and I pointed out yet another donut shop. This went on pretty much all evening. We decided to go to the Brea mall and then to Claim Jumper for dinner, and everywhere I went I would point out donut shops all over the place. We would be talking about completely different things when I would say “Hey look! Another one!” and Kyle would respond with “Huh? What? Oh.” It didn’t stop Friday night either. Saturday evening when we made a run to the grocery store to get water and things for the drive home, I pointed out another donut shop in that parking lot. Donut shops are just everywhere in Orange County, and my donut radar picked up a whole bunch of them. 🙂