Monday, January 12, 2009

C is for Cookie...


That's good enough for me!

As reported, I am back in Washington state preparing my house for sale. Today, I went through my clothing to donate or throw away everything I can no longer wear or haven't worn in over two years. This is tedious, boring work. My Lady Chatelaine managed to brighten a dreary day by sending a care package.

I know I have bragged (perhaps overmuch) about LC's biscuits to the point where The Wine Commonsewer calls me Biscuit Boy. Well, better than the biscuits are the cookies. In the package were peanut butter cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and the piece d'resistance oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. There is something irresistable about a burnt buttered bottom. What are the chances I'll soon be called Cookie Man or Cookie Monster?

The Captain

5 comments:

smartass sob said...

There is something irresistable about a burnt buttered bottom.

Depends on whose burnt, buttered bottom it is. ;-)

sasob

The Captain said...

Depends on whose burnt, buttered bottom it is.

No Comment, lest I say too much.

SASOB, good to have you aboard.

The Captain

Chatelaine said...

I'm glad you like my cookies, Captain :)

The Wine Commonsewer said...

If it's a sun burnt, bare bottom that needs a little cocoa butter to sooth the ouch, well, then I could get behind that.

I think I've been hanging around the Cappy too long.

Beavis said...

Dude, She said cookies.

Heh.