My sister and her husband have been kind enough for me to move in with them whilst I am transient. I have the perfect little room in the basement, and great company to boot. The first day I got there for my “extended sleepover “ (as my nephews look at it…) they were pulling fresh cookies out of the oven. Not just any cookie. Fudge cream cookies. My all-time favorite. My nephews, being the loving and sharing chaps that they are, invited Aunt Bethany up to the kitchen for some cookies.
“I can’t”, I explained. “ I’m in a contest right now. A no-cookie-contest.”
They all looked at me like I was crazy. “That sounds like a pretty dumb contest.” “Yeah, I would never do something like that”…and off they went to eat cookies.
I have since made a countdown. Enjoy.
8 more days of no cookie contest.
17 days left of work
3 ½ weeks till campout
11 hours until a new episode of LOST (last week was a rerun?!?!?!)
4 more weekends until I’m officially moving to SLC
0 tuna sandwiches (I think I will be taking a long break from tuna)
3 months to find a new job and a new house in SLC
And a partridge in a pear tree. Actually, 1 fudge cream cookie hiding downstairs in the freezer. (Yes, I will eat it the day the no cookie contest ends. Don’t judge me. What’s a life without cookies every once in a while??)