My Love is Absolutely For Sale
A certain someone has been practically begging me to dish on how to get a shout out here (she's very attention-deprived, that someone, but she's also funny). Let me just tell you, Sarah has it all figured out. One word: cookies. Just take a look at what showed up in my mail on Saturday:
Aaaaaaaaaahh yeaaaaaaaaaah!
Yeah, so Sarah says that she makes cookies for her kids practically every day. I know, she's trying to make the rest of us look bad. I jokingly commented on one of her blog posts that she should totally feel free to send me a few of those cookies and! and! AND! then I got an email from her that said, "OK!"
Uh huh. Who am I to argue with a woman who is offering to send me cookies? I could never do that. That would be anti-American. And wrong.
BTW, if I were her kid, I would weigh 800 pounds cause yummmmm . . . the perfectably underbaked mushy/melty when warm chocolate chip cookies are enough to send me into a a blissful universe unlike any other. I hereby declare my love for all things Lemony Sarah. Especially her chocolate chip cookies.
If anybody else wants to send me food, I won't hate it. Just sayin'.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Reader Comments (24)
So happy for you... not so happy for me. Ahem.... ya know, Baltimore's not that far away from the Pitt - (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
Hey.. I'm only an hour above Pittsburgh. Someone send ME some delicious cookies! ;-) Ahem.. maybe not. (My hips and all that.)
Send me one anyways... Heh!
Just curious.. ARE THERE ANY LEFT?!!! In this house- those cookies would be GONE!
**laughing**
Making cookies every day! Is she superhuman. She has a cookie making super power or something. Those look Yummalicious.
Awwwwwww. You are so sweet! I really mean it. And hey, the cookies look just the same as they did when I shrink wrapped them! I pretty much expected them to arrive as mooshy crumbs.
Yeah, my kids probably weigh 2 to 5 pounds more than they would otherwise - keep in mind that my kids are teens and weigh 130 pounds apiece! I know it sounds unbelievable but your darling baby will be a teen, too... By the way, I've LOST 20 pounds since I started baking cookies daily. I KNOW! It makes no sense! Why didn't I know about this when I gained those 20 pounds? Cookies rule!
i will pimp her out for some cookies. just so she knows.
How fun to get cookies in the mail! I need me a friend like that.
Hell - you should pimp ME out for no reason. Just 'cause I have a tranny head.
Impressed with the packing peanuts...that woman knows how to protect her products!
and LSHM has NO SHAME!!! ;D
Sadly, I am going to have to find an alternate method of blog-mention-worthy bribery. I can't cook. Well, I can, but I wouldn't feed it someone I actually want to like me. My kids don't count. They're stuck with me for a couple more years yet. :)
too neato. There's even packing peanuts. That's love...or something.
I am not sending you food. Unless you seriously want to get sick. Spinach meatloaf wouldn't ship well, methinks.
Do you know how fan-freakin-tastic that is? I'm jealous again! Surprise cookies are the best! (not that it's every happened to me, I'm only imagining!) I am THE COOKIE MONSTER!
Well, okay, now I KNOW that this here blogging thing is a popularity contest, and that YOU are the winner. You'll start hanging out with the popular clique eating your cookies, and I'll be at the freaks table talking about how I hate my hair, and you won't even acknowledge me when you pass by.
Mmm, cookie. I don't bake them everyday, but I pretty much eat them everyday.
Those look so damn good to a person who just started a new diet.
Those look good. I get the underbaked/mushy/melty thing. I can't execute it, but I get it.
They look so yummy!!
Oh, I lvoe them underbaked mushy/melty!!! Mmmmmmm.
And look how nice and neat they are! If I sent you some, not only would they be partially burned but they'd be all haphazard in the bags.
i like cookies! just made some last night too!
Ok, I am so going over there to comment RIGHT NOW!!
And yet you rejected me when I offered to mail you mint chocolate chip ice cream from Texas during the summer.
I can't figure you out lady, you're like some freaking enigma or something.
Every freaking day? Is that like therapeutic for her or something? Because I liked to cook and all b.c. (before children) but why add to the chaos? I'm so happy for her. I truly don't mind looking bad. I figure I'm just more nutritious.