Last night, I decided to do a nice thing for my boss. I made him some crispety crunchety peanut buttery cookies, made of ritz crackers and peanut butter, dipped in chocolate. Those are the bomb diggity. I was going to give them to him for Chanukah, as he is Jewish. I was feeling a little bad for him, because he is away from his home and family during Chanukah.
So I spent my time, painstakingly making these yummy cookies and I packed them in a festive green ziplock storage container with pretty holiday tissue inside.
When I got to work today, I found that he was not coming in today. I was told he would not be back until next Tuesday. I was completely foiled and shut down. Being the solution seeking optimist I am, I decided to take these lemons life dealt me and make cool refreshing lemonade. So I suggested that the boss's receptionist and myself eat some of the cookies. They were just going to lose their freshness over the days, so let's eat, says I.
We made quick work of 4 of the cookies before the boss came strolling in unexpectedly. He has a late afternoon flight, so he decided to come in afterall.
I gave them to him anyway, with the disclaimer that *some* of the cookies *may* have been pilfered, but that he should definitely put on his yamulka, it's time to celebrate Chanukah!!
He liked the cookies.