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angstchic and eurydice72 got to go, cause I got goodies in the process! Not only did I get my S4 BtVS Spike DVD signed by James Marsters, but angstchic's hubby was nice enough to pick up a personally autographed pic of Danny Strong for me. Then as if all of that joy and wonderment weren't enough....I finally got my long awaited shipment of clotted cream shortbread cookies all the way from merry old England, courtesy of eurydice. No words can express the intense emotions these cookies invoke, but what the heck I can always try....
It all started when angstchic and eurydice began sending care packages to each other, filled with treats and goodies that were hard to come by in their respective countries. I happened to be visiting casa angstchic and noticed a neat looking little package of Fortnum & Mason clotted cream shortbread cookies, jam and tea. I had noticed them the previous visit a week or two before and immediately became concerned about expiration dates, so I helpfully suggested that we eat the cookies before they went to waste. Thank goodness that angstchic is a reasonable woman, and saw the wisdom in my words. We opened the cookies, and when I took my first bite of these little, round, crispy, buttery, sugary pieces of sheer delight...I knew I had found revelation. Well, the only bad thing about these wonderful cookie-makers in England is that they don't pack them in price club quantities. There were only 10 or 12 total, and I realized that things could get ugly and quick. I am proud to say that I controlled myself (the only thing that saved me was my Mom's good raising), and only ate 2...and then angstchic was nice enough to send me home with 3 more in a ziplock bag. Well, only 1/2 a cookie made it to see the light of a new day. I could not leave the cookies alone! Then all I could think about were the rest of those darned cookies at her house, so the next time I talked to her I casually inquired about the current status of the remaining cookies.
****I warn you the next part of this story is intensely traumatic, and not for those weak of stomach or heart.****
I fully expected her to tell me, "Oh yeah, we still have some cookies left..." Instead I heard these words..which to this day send chills of doom through my heart....."Oh, well, I took them to work and gave them away..." I swear for a full minute I couldn't blink, draw breath, or speak. When I was finally once again gifted with the ability of speech. I shouted "YOU WHAT!!??" Then she couldn't blink, draw breath, or speak....my trauma had caught her so off guard. After all, she had no idea how I felt about the cookies until this point.
Finally, I got the gory details of the last moments of each and every cookie, including their person of destination. I instantly hated all of her co-workers and boss, cause they were the undeserving recipients of MY cookies. (Pointing out to me that they were actually her cookies does absolutely nothing to dissuade my indignation, it is a thing that defies logic) So being the wonderful friend that she is, she promptly spoke to eurydice about coughing up some more cookies, and as you can see....glorious SUCCESS!
angstchic and eurydice72 got to go, cause I got goodies in the process! Not only did I get my S4 BtVS Spike DVD signed by James Marsters, but angstchic's hubby was nice enough to pick up a personally autographed pic of Danny Strong for me. Then as if all of that joy and wonderment weren't enough....I finally got my long awaited shipment of clotted cream shortbread cookies all the way from merry old England, courtesy of eurydice. No words can express the intense emotions these cookies invoke, but what the heck I can always try....It all started when angstchic and eurydice began sending care packages to each other, filled with treats and goodies that were hard to come by in their respective countries. I happened to be visiting casa angstchic and noticed a neat looking little package of Fortnum & Mason clotted cream shortbread cookies, jam and tea. I had noticed them the previous visit a week or two before and immediately became concerned about expiration dates, so I helpfully suggested that we eat the cookies before they went to waste. Thank goodness that angstchic is a reasonable woman, and saw the wisdom in my words. We opened the cookies, and when I took my first bite of these little, round, crispy, buttery, sugary pieces of sheer delight...I knew I had found revelation. Well, the only bad thing about these wonderful cookie-makers in England is that they don't pack them in price club quantities. There were only 10 or 12 total, and I realized that things could get ugly and quick. I am proud to say that I controlled myself (the only thing that saved me was my Mom's good raising), and only ate 2...and then angstchic was nice enough to send me home with 3 more in a ziplock bag. Well, only 1/2 a cookie made it to see the light of a new day. I could not leave the cookies alone! Then all I could think about were the rest of those darned cookies at her house, so the next time I talked to her I casually inquired about the current status of the remaining cookies.
****I warn you the next part of this story is intensely traumatic, and not for those weak of stomach or heart.****
I fully expected her to tell me, "Oh yeah, we still have some cookies left..." Instead I heard these words..which to this day send chills of doom through my heart....."Oh, well, I took them to work and gave them away..." I swear for a full minute I couldn't blink, draw breath, or speak. When I was finally once again gifted with the ability of speech. I shouted "YOU WHAT!!??" Then she couldn't blink, draw breath, or speak....my trauma had caught her so off guard. After all, she had no idea how I felt about the cookies until this point.
Finally, I got the gory details of the last moments of each and every cookie, including their person of destination. I instantly hated all of her co-workers and boss, cause they were the undeserving recipients of MY cookies. (Pointing out to me that they were actually her cookies does absolutely nothing to dissuade my indignation, it is a thing that defies logic) So being the wonderful friend that she is, she promptly spoke to eurydice about coughing up some more cookies, and as you can see....glorious SUCCESS!
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