COOKIES
Cookies ! I never met one I didn’t like, even those filled with that figgy jammy stuff. I just like cookies. And I mean that in the plural sense. COOKIES. To me eating one cookie is like brushing one tooth….it is really, really hard to do.
So, I referred to a children’s story about Frog and Toad on my Facebook page. One of my son’s favorite stories. Frog and Toad have a lot of cookies and they can’t stop eating them. They finally decide to put them in a box, tied up with string. Getting a ladder out they put them on top of the refrigerator – or at least try to but before they can they decide they need one VERY, VERY, last cookie……you can see where this is going…..and then another, and another. Finally they have to give the remaining crumbs to the birds. Frog and Toad have no more will power than I do.
I do have a plan – it involves, like Frog and Toad, making access much more difficult because, aside from craving carbs, I have another weakness – I’m intrinsically lazy !
The cookies, still wrapped as they came from Cheryl’s “kitchen”, warehouse, whatever, bound with some kind of binding that only comes off with very sharp implements, have been moved to the garage freezer. Doesn’t sound like it would be difficult to go get a cookie? Trust me – its similar to trekking to the South Pole. My office is upstairs. I’m upstairs. Between me and the downstairs is an obstacle course on the second floor landing that contains all the items used for thawing frozen pipes in the bathtub two days ago and retrieving the thermometer/clock that fell down inside the wall….don’t ask….I would have gone to Home Depot and replaced it but……… once I’m upstairs I tend to stay up here. Cookies however, might entice me if they were laying open on a plate in the kitchen. Now about the garage – Last time I checked it was 10 degrees out there. That requires hat, coat, mittens and boots because…… there is another obstacle course to get across the garage to the freezer. And once I’m out there in my hat, coat, mittens and boots I would feel obligated to feed the birds and shovel the driveway.
But WAIT !!!!! – shoveling the driveway might justify a cookie …..and if I did the neighbor’s drive two or three cookies…. I’ll be back and let you know how this worked out.