Oh ye of little faith. They could pay you to eat the cookies.
They could pay you to eat the cookies that you stole off of someone else's plate. Stolen cookies are the best kind.
I can never buy bags online because I'm so picky about strap length. I suppose I could just measure the bag I have now (which is perfect), but that would be too logical.
Anne beat me to the cracking-up on the Annabel-Level Four Pathogen comment.
We always end up ordering more than we can eat. This last time, we fed our leftovers to some wild boars.
The wild boars that escaped from the
Lost
island perhaps?
The very same, beathen. The very same.
Oh ye of little faith. They could pay you to eat the cookies.
Some days, people do eat me to eat cookies! (going on site visits, etc.) (OK, it's indirect, but still)
Well, Locke did say last week the boars were moving out of the valley. Pretty good swimmers, yeah?!
Some days, people do eat me to eat cookies!
If this is the case, you may be eating too many cookies. Or at least you may want to check them for telltale Wicked Witch signs, and stop eating the candy they leave out for you.
oops, typo- Some days, people do
pay
me to eat cookies!
You have no idea how many typos I created while typing the above sentence. It was a lot.
Also, I was in the cookie's thrall.
I went swimming though, so it balances out, right?
That's my favorite typo ever.
Timelies.
Today is being interesting. Like the chinese curse. I'm doing as little work as possible. I may even watch Alias today.
Much ma for your mom, Cashmere, and continued ma for Jilli's friends.