Saturday, November 17, 2007

Torture

Mark got hired to bake six dozen of his famous chocolate chip cookies for a wedding reception tonight. Our house smells like one gigantic chocolate chip cookie and all of our mouths have been watering the whole entire afternoon. Usually Mark allows us to help ourselves to the cookies and more often than that he brings us the hot cookies, with the chocolate chips still all melty and ooey and gooey. But today, every time one of us has attempted to get our pudgy little hands on a cookie he's flat out rejected us. That my friends, is torture at its best.

posted by Shana  # 2:45 PM

Comments:
LOL! That IS torture! Wow. I can't even imagine that..I'm drooling just imagining those coolies, it really must have been awful to be there and smell and see but not able to touch, let alone taste. Y'all are martyrs!

# posted by Blogger B : 8:56 PM

 

I think I would have been sneaking some...

# posted by Blogger ginny : 8:30 PM

 

I knew it was only a matter of time before Mark's cookies forced him into business and/or mass production. Still, his no sampling policy sounds downright cruel.

# posted by Blogger Boss : 9:59 AM

 

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