Thank you to whoever may’ve left a bag of delicious, crunchy chocolate chip cookies on my front porch yesterday afternoon. A sweet treat and oh-so-enigmatic.
It is a slight wonder that my hoosier neighbors didn’t snack on them first.
Thank you to whoever may’ve left a bag of delicious, crunchy chocolate chip cookies on my front porch yesterday afternoon. A sweet treat and oh-so-enigmatic.
It is a slight wonder that my hoosier neighbors didn’t snack on them first.
Hoosier neighbors? How so?
Let me be more precise. Not my *direct* neighbors, who are definitely not hoosiers. (And who maybe left some cookies?) I meant the block-wide group of Honkingtons and Yellingtons. Those types I’d imagine as cookie-thieves. Forgive my lack of clarity.
I suppose you never stopped to consider that they might have been POISON COOKIES. I mean that’s how they got Snow White, after all. (Well, that was an apple, but same scenario.)