Cookies

I finished my column for the week--Whoopee Pie! (I actually wrote a bit about whoopee pie, which are called GOBS in this part of the world--who knew? The column was about a local Garden Club's Cookie Walk fundraiser, where you basically walk through a room filled with thousands of cookies, select the ones you want, and pay by the pound. That is my kind of walk, you know what I mean?) Now to tidy the house and tend to the laundry and then some ice-cream. . .

o blast Martin's ringing the blasted doorbell. sleeping children!