My friend D. sent me an SOS text this morning to help her with some stray hot cross buns that had taken up residence in her kitchen, and as a good friend I felt obliged to go and help her eat them, which, as everyone knows, is the correct procedure to deal with a rampant infection of stray hot cross buns. I'm selfless like that.
Friends who want nothing more from you than your friendship are pretty damn glorious if you ask me.
Also, polka dots!
