Some days after work I’m excited to meet friends for a drink. Some days I can’t wait to change into my sweatpants and sit on the couch. And some days all I really want to do is sit on the couch with a drink.
Then some days I just need a cookie.
Not to get into the nitty gritty (I certainly don’t want to relive it), but One Direction played to lively bunch of 50,000 this past Tuesday night at the football stadium smack in the middle of my commute home.
When I (finally) got home, it was an in the door, don’t even take your shoes off kind of dash to the cookie jar. I may or may not have eaten one cookie for each one of those guys who made my commute downtown and past the stadium so unpleasant. But surely chewy, rich chocolate cookies loaded up with peanut butter chips made any lingering it-wouldn’t-kill-you-to-use-your-blinker, hi-this-is-a-one-way-and-you’re-going-the-wrong-way, IT-DOESN’T-SAY-YOU-CAN-WALK-NOW stress vanish, right?
Yes. Ooooh yes.
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