I have a cookie jar at my house. This is because I'm a cookie muncher. I find them to be the perfect sweet treat. BBQ potato chips are the perfect salty treat. Now. Anytime me and Ken go to the store I want to get some cookies. Ken has found this to be a most unattractive habit. I'm not sure he thinks the buying of cookies is unattractive or the cauliflower thighs I have are unattractive. Continuing. Last time we were out Ken said:
"Just because there is a cookie jar doesn't mean there has to be cookies."
Pause for a dramatic effect here, please.
Uh huh. I suppose he would also claim that just because there is an ocean doesn't mean there has to be water. Just because there is a forest doesn't mean there has to be trees. Just because there is traffic doesn't mean there has to be cars. Just because there is a zoo doesn't mean there has to be animals. I was at a loss. Can you have a concert without fans? Can you have laundry without dirty clothes? Can you? Can you?
If you have a cookie jar. You have cookies. Preferably DoubleStuft Oreos.
6 comments:
Shoot. Sounds like I need a cookie jar. We NEVER have cookies in the house. So inconvenient every day when I want one.
Ohhhh Double Stuffed Oreos are the best! Kyle and I lke to eat the Mint Oreos. I think having cookies in the cookie jar is a fabulous idea!
My family wishes I would stock our cookie jar with cookies! i must be related to ken. If we buy cookies at our house they don't even make it to the cookie jar...to many little mouths that want cookies. If I make cookies my family REALLY loves me, but I tend to eat way too many while at home!
Exactly why I don't have a cookie jar! I would constantly need to be refilling it and the reason being would most likely be me.
Um I buy Little Debbie Snack cakes every single Saturday.
Dude, if I had a cookie jar, I would probably weigh 100 more pounds than I do. For reals, ya'll. Cookies are a really bad thing for me to be around. I'm gaining weight, though, even though I don't keep cookies in the house. I can't fit into any of my jeans. Grrr.
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