It has arrived.
It even boasts an internal biscuit-cutter, necessary for those oh-so-yummy doughnut holes.
And who is most excited on Doughnut Day Eve?
Yes, Scotty. We are really frying doughnuts in the backyard tomorrow.
Think of this as the epilogue to Bridget Jones' story. Well, mostly. Bridget marries the handsome lawyer, starts a blog while on bedrest, and decides marathon running sounds like fun. Hilarity ensues.