Ebony is my neighbor. She rang the doorbell today and asked me to buy some cookie dough for her school fundraiser. How could I say no to that cute face?
So I started perusing the brochure, and my mouth immediately started watering. In my mind, I was saying (imagine a Homer Simpson voiceover), "Chocolate Chunk...White Chocolate Macadamia Nut...Double Chocolate Chip...Snickerdoodle...Peanut Butter Cup..."
Here, I better give you some visuals, so you can experience what I did:
Okay, I'll stop now.
As I was hearing Homer Simpson's voice in my head, drooling over the cookies, I suddenly saw a vision into the future: It was me, in the middle of the night, grading papers at the kitchen table with a spoon in one hand and a tub of cookie dough in the other.
Uh, was that a vision of the future or a vision of the recent past?
Anyway, I snapped out of my dream-like state (Ebony was probably starting to question my sanity), and I went ahead and placed my order:
Chocolate Chip Walnut.
I gave her the money and closed the door feeling very proud of myself. You see, I am allergic to walnuts. But guess who isn't?
|Sorry, Ry, but I just had to use this pic--my cute little Eagle Scout.|
O.F.U.R is back with a vengeance!