My Cookie Monster

For those of you that know Brent, have met Brent or vaguely heard mention of him you probably know of his intense love of cookies. He really doesn't enjoy cake and can easily pass up a pie, but cookies beware!

I, knowing this, recently purchased 4 boxes--yep 4--of a fundraiser cookie that Brent absolutely loves! The last time I bought them it was like a little piece of Heaven on earth for him and pretty soon all 4 dozen (that's 48 chocolate chunk cookies) were devoured (ok, I'm sure I offered some help). I searched everywhere trying to fill the order for "MORE COOKIES!" Unfortunately, they are only sold through fundraisers and I was not prepared to buy 100 million boxes. Sorry Brent, you'll have to do without. Then, it happened! Another co-worker was selling them to raise money to send her son to the Little League World Championship (they won his division by-the-way). We received our boxes about 2-3 weeks ago. We're down one box and half of another (for those still counting that's almost 60 cookies; not quite half of the other box).

Here's a little clip of how bad it's become....for those with week stomachs, look away. What he won't do to conceal his problem....

P.S. He thought it was just a picture...

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