Sometimes, joy is found sitting in a store parking lot eating Bavarian cream King cake.

It’s not because you’re having a bad day or a pity party.  It’s because you’re in the checkout line and you see King cake is available in a single slice form for $2.  You pick up and put down every plastic container searching and hoping and right when you surrender to what wasnt meant to be … behold!! … in the stack stands one container of your favorite kind: Bavarian cream.

You take a few glorious bites and then drive home and hide the rest to enjoy for the next few days.

“Why didn’t you share?!”

Haven’t you read the parable of the oil lamps? 😀

(Another Keep it simple post involving king cakes… There’s an ongoing theme…)