Cookie exchanges are the devil
Seriously. What was I thinking?
I love cookies. I love cookies more than ice cream. More than cake. More than pie. More than– dare I say?– any other dessert out there. So why would I torture myself and participate in my office cookie exchange?
For those of you who may not know, a cookie exchange is where there is a group of people and each person makes X number of cookies (the same kind). Then, you bring in your cookies all separated and exchange. For example, I made five dozen cookies, or 10 bags of six, and I recieved, in turn, 10 types of cookies, 60 all together.
60 cookies. 
Now, I mostly did it because I’m a joiner and I like to participate in office fun. But, my dark side knew how many cookies I would receive and she was maniacally twisting her fat fingers together with an evil grin on her face as she imagined the plethora of cookie deliciousness spread out before her. “Texan cookies” with fruit and nuts, date balls, spritz with sprinkles, fudge squares, ginger snaps, special K, Mexican lemon cookies… I’m one of those pink, plastic Hungy, Hungy Hippos that has an endless stream of marbles entering it’s face. Not flattering.
So, temperance is the pre-holiday goal.


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