Also, Grammy Puddin’s birthday was yesterday, so The Attitude and I did what any right-thinking father-son combination should do. We made oatmeal cookies to take her this weekend.
Hopefully the snow that’s falling right now will accommodate.
If not, we’ll be forced to eat them all ourselves and make more later. Because clearly only a monster would take a grandmother stale cookies.
But I think we’ll be fine. The cookies should arrive safe, sound, and mostly uneaten.
Still, you better believe we’re going to taste-test a few in the meantime. You know, just to be safe.