Friday, October 23, 2009

Cookie Hunt


Wednesday, October 21

Hello, and how are you today? I, myself, am feeling a bit foolish and peevish right now. Why? Good question. Let me see if I can explain this so that it makes sense.

This past weekend, Stone made arrangements to meet with his writer friends to do something called a “retreat.” The way it was explained to me is that a group of writers get together to network and unwind and get re-energized in their writing craft. All I say is that this sounds boring.

But I digress. Before he left Friday afternoon, he gave each of us five cream-filled chocolate cookies as a treat for being good. What he did not know was that we had been searching for them all morning. We checked the breadbox, cabinet, and several drawers. The only place we did not have enough time to check was his booby-trapped cupboard he has over the dishwasher.

After he left, we - Thenal, Omman, the twins and me - decided to have our own retreat. We wanted to re-treat ourselves to more of those chocolate cookies. Stone informed us that he would be gone for at least six hours. That gave us plenty of time to study and disassemble his pot and pan alarm system to get to his cookies.

Yet, when we made our way to his hiding place, we found what turned out to be an empty cookie bag. We fought over the crumbs that remained. The bad part is that not only we did not find his cookies, we had to re-stack those pots and pans to hide the fact we got into his cupboard.

The following day Stone woke us up rattling those pots and pans. When we came into the kitchen, we found him placing the pots and pans back into that cupboard. Then Omman brought our attention to the chocolate cookies on the table.

To make a long story short, after Stone left for the retreat again, we tore into those pots and pans. This time we found a list of chores that we had to accomplish before they got back as punishment for looking for the cookies. I checked a few of the drawer and the cabinet over the refrigerator but found no cookies. When I looked at the breadbox, I just shook my head and went about doing the chores assigned to me.

The chores are not the reason I felt neither foolish nor peevish. I felt foolish and peeved because when he came home, Stone took a big bag of cookies out of the breadbox and smiled.

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