B-A-S-T-A-R-D that spells Michael

Well after all the emotional posting, commenting, and responses from today I decided I wanted a cookie. I normally never keep sweets in the house. About three weeks ago I bought some milk chocolate covered mini sandwich cookies. I went get a cookie and was unable to locate them. Michael ate them all. He told me that's what I get for leaving them in their for a month. I don't think that's fair, do you? Then he proceeds to gloat about how long ago it was that he polished them off. Bastard. Now, it's light ice cream or nothing.

I hate it when you have your mouth all set for something and then you can't have it. It's just wrong. I'm sure some third world countries would disagree, but I wanted a cookie. Damn it.

It's a good thing I like broccoli otherwise I don't think I would ever get to eat around here. I have half a mind to take the last shot of vodka. Alas, I can't not because I am not a bastard.

Anyone have some cookies? I could be over in a jiff.