A Carvel Cinnamon Bun Calling Your Name

You know you want this. You know you need this. You know that sticky, sugary, damn tasty straight-to-you-heart-and-kill-you goodness of a Carvel cinnamon bun calls to you this morning.

Do no resist. Do not think healthy, granola-infused thoughts. Its Saturday morning. Coffee calls.

Rise from your warm bed and get a cuppa Joe and this high-calorie, high-cholesterol, perfection at the new Carvel’s at Tivoli Theater.

I already have. Two in fact. The best start to a weekend of high-impact sports, aerobics, and cycling to shape up for swimsuit season.

Yeah, right after I sleep off my sugar coma.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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