My Aunt in her misguided compassion decide to make us cookies the day before she left. There they were....sitting on the counter top just taunting me. They were defiantly smiling at me with their stupidly sweet gingerbread faces. I almost lost it. I wanted a cookie so bad.
Or did I just want something sweet?...
I figured out it was just something sweet. So I ate a medjool date and a couple of walnuts. *Sigh* Crisis averted.
"I took the road less traveled and that made all the difference."


She can figure out what to do with them, so she froze them and will have a few at a time when it hits. I on the other hand would eat too many. So it's best they are out of my house too.