In our happy household, we may have a cookie war brewing.
It all started with a bag of Pepperidge Farms white chocolate chunk macademia nut cookies that I purchased during a weekend with Keidra and Raizel that was left mostly uneaten. It had a shelf life of approximately four minutes with Jif around. One day I went to get a cookie, because I was craving something sweet -- and they all were gone. No one else had been in our house except for me and Jif. If I hadn't eaten a cookie -- he did.
After treats, accusations and torture, he confessed to eating them. I retaliated by telling him he wasn't allowed to touch my Pepperidge Farm Mint Brussells cookies. He didn't. Perhaps the way I clutched that bag to my breast and hissed, my preccciiioooouuuuss had something to do with it.
But now, we have Girl Scout Cookies in the house -- rather we had Girl Scout cookies in the house. I bought three boxes, which have had a shelf life in our house of approximately a week. We've anhiliated two boxes -- one peanut butter patties and the new pinata cookies. He's now eyeing up the chocolate shortbread cookies. I'm horrified. Those are my favorite cookies. I may need to hide them from him to save them for me. They are my precccciousssssssss.
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