Normally, we wouldn’t be getting the fire pit out until after Memorial Day. You know, when it magically becomes “barbeques season.” Who makes up these rules anyway?
But Daney-boy came over with a nice, fresh bag of marshmallows and inspired us to be complete and utter rebels. Out we went in the dead of night to toast those little beggars. Oh, and I was ready too. I had a lovely package of Fudge Striped cookies–my personal favorite for making Blondie S’mores…instead of graham cracker/candy bar ones.
My favorite–that is–until I had my marshmallows toasty brown and ready for their new cookie/chocolate sandwich, and I quickly tore the package open and found…
this.
Looks like SOMEbody took a hammer to my package of cookies…or threw them on the ground…
about a hundred times. Obviously, dark and sinister forces were at work here. Who could do such a foul thing? Who could we call for help? Sadly, I’m not aware of any Broken Cookie Task Force at our local police department so we were pretty-much hung out to dry there.
Luckily, being the stalwart, sturdy mountain folk that we are…we came up with a plan B…
that…involved…
oh, FINE…
graham crackers. Pfffft.
Sheesh.
Darn! I missed it. Lame about the cookies.
It’s always fun to start spending more time outside as it gets warmer! 🙂 Too bad about your cookies being packaged by a disgruntled Keebler elf! 😛