There
was half of a shortbread cookie on our kitchen table. Since I’m a guy who likes to help out by
keeping things tidy I went ahead and popped the half-cookie in my mouth and ate
it. Hey, it’s just part of being a
thoughtful person, you know what I mean?
The
cookie was very dry and bland. I
thought, “Boy, that’s a poor excuse for a cookie. It wasn’t even very sweet.”
Fifteen
minutes later I noticed a box of Jasper’s dog treats and realized that the
shortbread cookie I ate was not a shortbread cookie, after all.
Oh
well, I guess it can’t actually hurt me, right?
…Although,
I’ve noticed that I have a strange desire to chase cats, lately.
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