Welp! He Did It Again!

Genius brought us a tin of homemade cookies for Christmas. It contained chocolate chip, snickerdoodles, and a new kind that were chocolate with a dusting of powdered sugar. I tried one Christmas evening, and told Genius the next day at the casino how much I liked the chocolate cookie. He said, "Oh, that's the one I was worried about. It's the first time I made them." Farmer H also chimed in and said he liked the chocolate cookie.

Anyhoo... it's been a couple weeks now since Genius brought us the cookies. I tried all three kinds, having one at night, though not every night. The chocolate was still my favorite. A few days ago, I last had a chocolate chip. There were several snickerdoodles left, and two more chocolate chip, and a lone chocolate cookie. The fattest chocolate cookie. Which I was saving for Tuesday night after some Turkey Pot Pie.

Farmer H was home before me on Tuesday afternoon. When I returned, he carried in a box of groceries from T-Hoe. No mousey treats left out there to temp the vermin! I asked Farmer H (a different kind of rat, it turns out) if he wanted a Wild Turkey and Shasta Zero Sugar, and a snack. He said he did.

I took Farmer H his drink, and was preparing to slice some summer sausage and Oberle Cheese. But Farmer H said he'd just have some crunchy honey/BBQ twisty snacks from a bag.

"Oh. I see a plate there. Did you already have a snack before I got home?"

"Well. Yeah."

"What did you have?"

"A cookie."

"What kind of cookie?"

"One of them Genius brought us."

"Which kind?"

"One of them white ones."

"NOO! The CHOCOLATE? With the powdered sugar?"

"Yeah. It was good."

"There was only ONE LEFT! I was saving it for myself!"

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't know that. I hadn't tried that kind."

"You did too! You even told Genius you liked it! I can't believe you ate my cookie! It's just like the snickerdoodle! I can't have anything around here! And why did you use a plate for just one cookie? I bet you had something else, too!"

"Well. I ate some of them marshmallows that he put in there..."

"To keep the cookies fresh!"

"Yeah. But they're good to eat, and I wanted them. And I might have had another cookie, too."

"You MIGHT have? Like you can't remember? What kind MIGHT you have had?"

"Chocolate chip."

"I'm pretty sure you had other stuff too. Probably some of your Payday Mix off the cutting block. And funny how you didn't have a snickerdoodle. Since that's what you just HAD to have that year I was saving it for myself."

Farmer H is like a heat-seeking missile, if you consider his appetite the missile, and whatever random treat I'm saving for myself as the heat.