An Intellectual Conversation
Scene: Me, sitting on the couch staring dreamily off into space. Mr. Bossy, sitting next to me, reading or something.
Mr. Bossy: What are you thinking about?
Me: (coming back to earth)...Do you really want to know?
Mr. Bossy: yeah, sure.
Me: Cookies. I was thinking about cookies.
Mr. Bossy: OK. What about cookies?
Me: I like 'em.
Yep. That was the extent of it. I think about cookies. Pretty regularly, if you must know.
Mr. Bossy: What are you thinking about?
Me: (coming back to earth)...Do you really want to know?
Mr. Bossy: yeah, sure.
Me: Cookies. I was thinking about cookies.
Mr. Bossy: OK. What about cookies?
Me: I like 'em.
Yep. That was the extent of it. I think about cookies. Pretty regularly, if you must know.
posted by Bossy Bar-Wife | 10:01 AM
5 Comments:
And suddenly I find myself humming the sesame street tune C is for cookie, that's good enough for me, oh C is for cookie... [wanders off, humming, in search of an oreo...]
Oh I like Libby's comment! The girl scouts are wandering around this neck of the woods toting boxes with crumbs on their face. . . .
yummmm...coookiieessss
The Jazz Guy and I just had our own cookie discussion that revolved around milk (which I generally do not like but wil have some with a few oreos). He said, "Either you like milk more than you thought or you're eating more oreos." Oreos, duh!
I probably think about the cookie dough more than I think about the actual cookie in it's cooked form.
Is that bad?
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