Wed 25 Apr 2007
I had a busy day yesterday packing up Jo at Truly Thankful misc. stuff we were supposed to send to her! Wow, it took us almost a year to send you wor stuff. *blush* Oh well, at least it is getting done now!
Afterwork I talked DH to take me to Neto’s Cafe and Bakery in downtown Mountain View. It was a sunny, but windy day, and we decided to sit under the trees in the shade because all the window seats at Neto’s cafe were taken.
I am supposed to be on a diet, and I am slowly seeing rewards of my hard work, but DH and I could smell fresh baked cookies in the parking lot as we walked up to Neto. So of course DH buys a container full of cookies.
I am glad no one was around to see the horrible spectacle I made of myself. There I was minding my own business sipping on nuclear radioactively hot cappuccino freezing my tooshies off and DH opens the chocolate fudge cookie container. Freshly baked cookies! Being a good girl l took one of the smallest cookies, a little bigger than a dollar coin, and bit into the dark morsel. Nice and crisp on the outside and fudgy ooey goodness inside; it was a perfect cookie.
At this time my higher brain apparently shut off because I cannot remember what happened next. I remember eating one of the fudge cookies, and taking a sip of my cappuccino, and the next moment I was looking at the empty container that held the cookies. I looked up at DH, to ask him where the cookies went, and looked up to see him motion for me to wipe my face. I cleaned myself up, and looked at my empty cappuccino cup and frowned. DH looked over at my cup and then this, which was half way full, and smiled. I had finished my coffee before DH. If you ever drink coffee with me, you will know that is doesn’t not happen very often (some say a blue moon event.). I am so slow when it comes to drinking hot coffee, and normally I never finish a full cup. We leave Netos and head towards to bookstores.
“Boy that hit the spot, but I think I should have stopped at 3 cookies”DH says.
The sun glared brightly as if to reveal my guilt. I cover my eyes with my hands and waited for my body to burst into flames, and the ashes to be blown away by the wind. Then I notice people staring at me…I placed my hands at my side and start to whistle, or at least I try.
“Yeah, I should have stopped at 3 myself…” I mumbled, thinking that if DH hadn’t shared the cookies I could have eaten the whole container. A small bit of me resented him for eating the other half of the container. A thought crossed my mind, you do have to have a partner when you commit the crime, or at least someone else you can blame for letting you get this weak! *wink*
Actually I have to confess! I had absolutely no guilt what so ever eating the cookies (okay modest amount), because they were one of the best cookies I have eaten in a commercial bakery. I do have to say that it was one of the best cappuccinoes I have ever drank, so far in life.