I don't know what it was that she said that she put in them to keep them soft, but whatever it was, it worked. I've had the cookies for awhile, and they are still tasty as hell. I believe that they were given to me during The Holidays; The Holidays are past, but the cookies are good. It is good to have a good woman, and I don't just mean because she bakes killer cookies.

In a sense you have to give a very small but that just crawled onto The Angel Tattoo on my bicep credit for courage. But, mostly, you have to say that was a stupid move, as I crushed the insect into my arm. I have to go to the bathroom, now, and wash my arm off.



I placed a piece of one of her beloved walnuts on the very tip of my tongue, and I said, ""Come here, honey."

"No," she said, "You are not going to put food in my mouth."

"Of course not, honey," I said, pulling her close to me, positioning her
mouth to receive my tongue. She gasped when I put the piece of walnut
in her mouth.

WHAT IS THAT?" She asked.

"It is one of your walnuts, dear," I said.

"Well," she said, "With you, it could have been a broken tooth,
for all I know."