Life as a Cookie Monster

There are all kinds of monsters around me.

Snack Monsters: those who constantly snack. I have photos on my phone of the trail left behind a snack monster. This includes: (a) an open pantry door, (b) a closet full of snackery goodness, and (c) wrappers (not the singing kind) strewn about.

Sleep Monsters: those who sleep excessively. Although the older I've gotten, the more I value sleep.

Cookie Monsters: those who consume gross amounts of cookies in a short period of time. Yesterday, I became a cookie monster (no, not the cookie monster....just A cookie monster)

The court coordinator was busy scarfing down some cookies and walked by the bullpen (where all the clerks sit at). I was alone, as no one was coming into work that day, and so she quickly did an about-face and ran and got a bag of homemade cookies. She dropped them on the desk and instructed me to have some. Chewy, buttery, and ohhhhhh sooooooooo good chocolate chip cookies. She commented that she had eaten about 4 or 5 in just a span of minutes.

"geez," I thought, "get a grip...." Then I had one....then I had two. In the span of a minute and a half, I consumed 4 cookies.....and then I understood the problem....these were some AWESOME cookies. I kept eating them. Another minute passed and I figured out that I needed to stop. I zipped up the bag and walked in her office. "You're trying to make me fat, aren't you!? It's not going to work. You take these cookies back, right now." I sat them on top of a book shelf and turned around.

Another five minutes passed, and she walked out, exclaiming, :"I feel nauseous...I ate too many cookies." Then she told the balif that it was me who ate all the cookies.

Moral of the story? Being a cookie monster will: a) cause you to lie to others about who consumed the cookies, and b) give you a tummy ache.

This was quite possibly the dumbest post in a while...my apologies. And thanks Brooke, for the photo. COOOOOOOOOOOKIES.