A family friend makes cookies for everyone every holiday season. Yesterday, Danielle brought the remainder of our cookies over to my desk and asked me to bring them to work. The reasoning for this is twofold. She would stop eating them because they are here and tempting her, and I would remember to eat them because they’d be right in my face all day long.
Needless to say, I forgot to bring them to work today. I realized this at around noon, when I thought to myself “I would like a cookie”, immediately followed by “…fuck!”
Seeing as I would not be home until late, I called Danielle at work and warned her. After murdering our dog, Danielle was kind enough to take pictures of the cookie tin as Dirty left it. Apart from a few scratches on the cover, it’s in pretty decent shape.
