Sweet Gummi Mary! Such a surprise at the Mansion on Thursday! It was like Mary and Laura Ingalls finding a shiny new penny in the toe of their Christmas stockings!
As I entered the kitchen to dole out dog treats after my town trip (NOT locked out this time!), The Pony turned from the counter, almost prancing with excitement.
"Oh, Mom. Dad got you a COOKIE at Casey's. He said they had a bunch of them, and when he saw your initials, he had to get one for you."
"OOH! I can't believe he got me something! It looks good. Is he here now?"
"No. He went back to town for something. Didn't you see his truck was gone?"
"I wasn't looking. I have such a headache. But I will love my cookie! I bet they had them for the Super Bowl. For Kansas City."
"Yeah. He said that was it."
"I don't care. It's MINE now!"
Apparently they chose the employee with the worst penmanship to add the initials. Who then proceeded to do the job with their feet. At least they won't succumb to the fate of Claude Daigle, who received the medal for writing the best hand, and thus drew Rhoda Penmark's wrath. Not that I'm knocking my special cookie.
When I heard that Farmer H was home later, I sent him a text.
"Thanks for my cookie."
"I thought it was cute."
"Just like me! And sweet, too!"
"Yes" [followed by a big honkin' toothy smiley-face emoji]
If I didn't know better, I might think Farmer H was being sarcastic by text! Good thing I wasn't all cookied-out from eating 4 bags of auction animal cookies.