Re-Runs and Leftovers: The Tale of the Cookie

There once was a cookie sitting peacefully watching the world go by. She was soft, chewy and warm - and loaded with delicious goodies.

Along came a little girl that wanted a big ole bite of this cookie - so she took it and went along her merry way.

Skipping past came another girl who happily took a chunk for her own.

Then a daddy came callin' and took a husband sized bite.

In his arms was a wee little one who managed to wrangle some of the cookie into his soggy hands.

From down below came the screams only a 2 year old can make, demanding a piece of the cookie for his very own. Off came another piece.

The cookie she sat, after the family had gone by, taking stock of what she had left.

When off in the distance a voice with authority called itself 'employer' and demanded a bite for itself.

A symphony kicked in with a high-pitched whine as parts of her house demanded a piece - laundry, kitchen, bathrooms and floors. They all just kept crying more, more, MORE!

The cookie she sat, weary and worn, with only a few crumbs left when passing by came a caravan of other family and friends. They all reached out and grabbed what they could from what was left of this once warm and delicious cookie.

At the end of the day, in swooped the rest - pecking up all of the crumbs. Fighting and clamoring, they all wanted some until there was nothing left.

The thoughts of the cookie, they lingered on - exhausted from the ordeal. She could still hear them all - calling for her! Everyone wanting some more!!

She heaved a big sigh and closed her weary eyes, if only for just 20 minutes. She baked in the warmth (about 425) and just prayed she'd have some time.

As she emerged, the hands were all there - grabbing and sneaking their bites. She smiled and she kissed them with her chocolate goodness and faced another day.

Cause she's one tough cookie.



May you get your own 20 minutes to bask in the warmth and regroup.

Originally Posted by heidi at 8:03 AM on Friday, March 27, 2009