i dON't wANNA gO tO rEHab...

It has been a week or two since my last update.

While I have many an anecdote I'd like to share, my ability to form a sentence that doesn't start with "cookie" and end with "coconut goodness" has been hindered, due to the fact that I have been a little preoccupied with these:

(Dees be da devils cookies!)

How did I get in this predicament?

One of Satan's little helpers disguised as this:

Can't you just see the evil in their eyes? Oh sure, they look all sweet and smiley with their, "Hello Ma'ams!" and their "Would you like to try a free sample?"

Sample? Try the gateway to a darkness that will have you sneaking into the kitchen late at night, pulling a box out from your secret hiding place ("Oh, sorry Honey! The cookies are all gone."), and shoveling every last morsel into your mouth until you are left in a cookie induced coma, only to be awoken by the screams of your children when the find you, laying in a pile of crumbs and your own saliva, the next morning.

Did they have to take an X-ray to see if i had swallowed a piece of the plastic that held the cookies?

Maybe.

Did that stop me from buying 2 more boxes?

Maybe not.

I shudder to think where this path will lead me. My eyes becoming all "googly" and bugged out. My skin changing colors and possibly even growing hair. My brain so fried that my only way of communicating is to mumble "me want coo-kie" or "yum, yum, yum", like a two year old child.

We've all seen this before, haven't we?

(Give me the strength to accept the things I can't turn into cookies, and the wisdom to eat those that I can...)

Don't worry. I'm not like him. I'm not an addict. I can stop anytime I want, no problem.

And I will.

Just, after this last cookie......

(yum, yum, yum)