COOKIE MONSTER
12 bags of cookies. oh god. I managed to get them all into the freezer except 1 bag of the succulently titled FUDGE PUDDLES, which in reality are more like double-stuffed-addictioncup-porncookies. I ate 3 of those upon arrival home and then Anders came in and in plaintive tones asked, “Can I have one?” at which point I growled and snapped at his tentatively reaching hand. “Can’t you go see what’s in the other 11 bags?” I hissed, “Since there are probably cookies there I DON’T like?” Then he held me at arm’s length, wrestling the bag out of my frantic...