Lost Cookies
This is a story of woe and lost love.
My Mother bakes cookies every Christmas and I love them. This year I realized I may be her number 1 son, but not number 1 in her heart.
Batch 1: A coupe of weeks ago, she baked a large batch of cookies. My niece sent me a picture of them just before she graped them all and left for her home. I was not worried, since I knew my Mother loved ME and would bake more.
Batch 2: A box was sent to Texas for ME while I visited a few kids and grandkids that are not in love with the Browns and two of them knocked me out of the fantasy football playoff, which I'm not letting bother me. However, I found out my kids and grandkids didn't tell me about the cookies until after I left. thus they had all MY cookies to themselves while I flew back to Florida. They told me they already had their presents from me and MY cookies, so too bad, so sad, have a nice day in Florida. And I thought they loved me for me, not just for presents and cookies.
Batch 3: After I left Texas and arrived home in Florida I sent my loving (I thought she loved me) Mother a Christmas card telling her how much I loved her and reminded her I was still waiting on MY cookies, but that I loved her very much. After a couple of days, I called to tell her how much I loved her and she told me she sent MY cookies to my brother. But not to worry. My brother repackaged the cookies and she mailed them the very next day. Dad said Mom used the same mailman he used when he sent me MY quarters he won from bowling. I'm not sure who he is or was, but I never did get any quarters from Dad. Maybe this time will be different.
Now, it is almost my birthday and getting closer to Christmas and I still don't have any cookies. I'm beginning to believe what everyone tells me that maybe I'm not loved as much as I thought I was and no one cares if I get cookies or not. However, I will still be by the mail box everyday just in case a package of cookies arrive, but as each day passes and I'm the only one in the family not enjoying fresh baked cookies, I'm feeling worst and worster each day.
My Mother bakes cookies every Christmas and I love them. This year I realized I may be her number 1 son, but not number 1 in her heart.
Batch 1: A coupe of weeks ago, she baked a large batch of cookies. My niece sent me a picture of them just before she graped them all and left for her home. I was not worried, since I knew my Mother loved ME and would bake more.
Batch 2: A box was sent to Texas for ME while I visited a few kids and grandkids that are not in love with the Browns and two of them knocked me out of the fantasy football playoff, which I'm not letting bother me. However, I found out my kids and grandkids didn't tell me about the cookies until after I left. thus they had all MY cookies to themselves while I flew back to Florida. They told me they already had their presents from me and MY cookies, so too bad, so sad, have a nice day in Florida. And I thought they loved me for me, not just for presents and cookies.
Batch 3: After I left Texas and arrived home in Florida I sent my loving (I thought she loved me) Mother a Christmas card telling her how much I loved her and reminded her I was still waiting on MY cookies, but that I loved her very much. After a couple of days, I called to tell her how much I loved her and she told me she sent MY cookies to my brother. But not to worry. My brother repackaged the cookies and she mailed them the very next day. Dad said Mom used the same mailman he used when he sent me MY quarters he won from bowling. I'm not sure who he is or was, but I never did get any quarters from Dad. Maybe this time will be different.
Now, it is almost my birthday and getting closer to Christmas and I still don't have any cookies. I'm beginning to believe what everyone tells me that maybe I'm not loved as much as I thought I was and no one cares if I get cookies or not. However, I will still be by the mail box everyday just in case a package of cookies arrive, but as each day passes and I'm the only one in the family not enjoying fresh baked cookies, I'm feeling worst and worster each day.
posted by Bob | 8:23 PM
3 Comments:
They really were delicious. Really really tasty. Soft. Sweet. Awesome.
Maybe next year you'll make grandma's nice list instead of the naughty list.
Happy Birthday!
Sorry Bob for your cookie problems but just want to remind you that NOBODY IN MY FAMILY IS ON MY NAUGHTY LIST--NEVER WAS AND NEVER WILL BE!!!!!!
Love you all.
Did I just get yelled at by grandma? I'm telling grandpa about this.
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