There is a cookie staring at me from the top of the printer.
I’m not joking. It’s a chocolate cookie with white chocolate chips – one of those photo-negative chocolate chip cookies that taste so wonderful – and there’s a little fleck of dough on a mostly exposed chip that looks like a little beady eye.
It’s sitting on top of the printer right now, staring at me.
I’m not going to eat the cookie. I’m working very hard at losing weight, and I refuse to succumb to temptation. I stepped up my exercize routine again last night, and my Wife gave me some pointers on how to kick correctly for the heavy-bag portion of the workout. The combination of foot placement, stance, and motion is still rather baffling, but I’m sure I’ll work it out eventually.
Tiny, beady, white chocolate chip eyeball.
It was a free cookie. Leftover food from some administrator meeting. It was brought in to the break room, one of the few survivors. All of its baked bretheren were devoured. It was retreived by my boss, who brought it back to our office and said, “Hey! There are cookies in the break room.”
The cookie never blinks.