Cookie Dough Sales

Meet Ebony:

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!