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'.