Barb: (Somewhat sheepishly) I ate a bunch of snacks this afternoon.
Joe: That’s okay. I finished off the cookies Kim gave me. I figured they were making me fat so I had to get rid of them.
Barb: Masterful logic!
The View From North Central Idaho
Ramblings on explosives, guns, politics, and sex by a redneck farm boy who became a software engineer.
And the broken cookies don’t count. Especially if they’ve been dipped in tequila first. Or milk.