Finally, a Wish Almost Fulfilled!

Today, I received a wonderful present. Not the best present ever, but very close. And now, I know there are truly kind people in the world. The tasty gift I received were...Danish Butter Cookies! Now, they weren't in the blue tin (Royal Dansk), but instead in a white tin and a brand I didn't know. I was dubious about the quallllllllll(oops, I was grabbing another cookie), but after a few nibbles and gobbles of maybe 1 or 2 or 5 cookies, I can safely say that after a few more taste tests I will be able to say how they stand to the Royal Dansk Danish Butter Cookies in the blue tin. Mmm, delicious. So crumbly and buttery. They are delicious, but are they as good as the Royal Dansk Danish Butter Cookies in the blue tin? Unfortunately, they are not. Very close, but not quite the same scrumptious taste as the Danish Butter Cookies in the blue tin. Alas, my very subtle pleas for these wonderful cookies still goes unheeded. Anyhoo, does anyone know how to get cookie crumbs off the keyboard? For anyone concerned, I will force myself to eat these yummy imitation Danish Butter Cookies, for I don't believe in wasting a good present. And thank you, blog reader, for my wonderful gift.

Can worry kill?

Can someone make themselves deathly ill by worry? Can they have food poisoning systems, such as upset stomach and pains in their belly and other gross things I would rather not mention in this G rated blog? And can someone actually die because of their worrisome thoughts? Hmm, if worrying can kill, how does someone innocently and not purposely start the chain of events that will eventually lead to someone's death? If anyone has any thoughts or examples of foil proof worry starters that will not lead to the instigator, comment on this blog using Danish Butter Cookies as code. And unless you want to die, don't worry so much over things you can't control.

"Fatso Kitty Poo Poo..."

Fatso Kitty Poo Poo,

Waddling through the forest,

Gobbling up the field mice,

And spittin' out fur and bones.

Down came the evil dietitian and said,

"Fatso Kitty Poo Poo,
I don't want to see you
Gobbling up the field mice
And spittin' out fur and bones.
I'll give you three chances,
And if you don't lose weight
I'll turn you into cookies!"

The next day:

Fatso Kitty Poo Poo,
Waddling through the forest,
Gobbling up the field mice
And spittin' out fur and bones.

Down came the evil dietitian and said:

"Fatso Kitty Poo Poo,
I don't want to see you
Gobbling up the field mice
And spittin' out fur and bones.
I'll give you two chances,
And if you don't lose weight,
I'll turn you into cookies!"

The next day:

Fatso Kitty Poo Poo,
Waddling through the forest,
Gobbling up the field mice
And spittin' out fur and bones.

Down came the evil dietitian and said:

Fatso Kitty Poo Poo,
I don't want to see you
Gobbling up the field mice
And spittin' out fur and bones.
I'll give you one more chance,
And if you don't lose weight,
I'll turn you into cookies!"

The next day:

Fatso Kitty Poo Poo,
Waddling through the forest,
Gobbling up the field mice
And spittin' out fur and bones.

Down came the evil dietitian and said:

Fatso Kitty Poo Poo,
I don't want to see you
Gobbling up the field mice
And spittin' out fur and bones.
I gave you three chances
And you didn't lose weight,
Now you're a cookie! Yum!"

What are Danish Butter Cookies?

What are these Danish butter cookies? I've never heard of them! And I certainly wouldn't be obsessed about something I know nothing of! Honestly, someone should get me some of these Danish Butter Cookies (in a blue tin), so I can try them out. I bet they are good. They probably melt in my mouth, and fill my tummy with deliciousness. And I bet the original Danish cookies are the best, not the other kinds where they experiment with weird things like chocolate. Who ever heard of chocolate? Hmm, obsessed with Danish Butter Cookies! Ridiculous!

Where's the letter " "?

Unbeknown to me, while sitting on the cushy couch, munching on butter cookies, drool running down my chin, one well known letter went missing. Where did it go? I don't know. Where do letters go when things become difficult? Obviously not in my blog. These delicious cookies melt in my mouth. Mmm. Mmm. Delicious. Girl Scout cookies come close to the deliciousness of the butter cookies, but they're not butter cookies. Let's see, where would letters run off too? Where would they go? If I decided to run off, I would go somewhere where I knew there would be butter cookies. Butter cookies. Delicious. Butter cookies. Mmm. Delicious. I wish the letter would pop up in my blog. Then I could let everyone know the type of butter cookies I desire. Mmm. Mmm. Butter cookies. How I desire thee. Melt in my mouth, delicious butter cookies. Melt in my mouth. Come to me. Come into my mouth. I will munch on you until there is nothing left of you. Mmm. Butter cookies. Missing letter, we need you!

Vacation days, where have you gone?

Vacation days, vacation days,
How I miss thee,
Once a treasured joy,
Now only a vague memory.
Here I am, waiting and waiting,
For my vacation days to appear,
While the Europeans are frolicking around,
Enjoying their 42 vacation days.
Where are my 13 days of vacation?
Are they going to be unused,
Like the 483 million vacation days last year?
Why vacation days have you forsaken me?
Why? I ask so forlornly,
Why have you disappeared to the European countries?
Come back to me!
Please come back!
I'll treat you well,
And treasure every moment we have together,
Laughing and frolicking like the Europeans.
I implore you vacation days,
I miss you so,
Please let me enjoy you once more!