Tomorrow I have to wake up before the sun comes up to drive my family (Dad, Mom & Sister) to the airport. They are headed off for a week vacation to beautiful Colorado. I will NOT be getting on the plane, instead I will be coming back home to work.
Somehow, that feels very very wrong (said in the Elmer Fudd voice). I have thought about making them late for the airport just to prove my point, but I am still slightly scared of my mother — especially when she is mad and trapped in traffic with me.
The only thing that might get me through the week is remembering when my sister almost died eating one of these cookies. Ok fine, died is a little melodramatic. It’s more like, she was making fun of me while taking a big bite…and when she breathed in powdered sugar coated the back of her throat.
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