I’m blogging while drink tea and eating a cookie which is both a happy and a sad thing.

It is happy because I am drinking the ‘good luck tea’ my Mom sent me all the way from England. It’s a great work tea because, since it’s a green tea there is no need to face (1) the innevitable dissapointment of discovering that someone’s stolen your milk from the office fridge again, or (2) the even more innevitable dissapointment of drinking herbal tea and suffering throught caffine withdrawal.

Also I think the tea really is lucky. Not in a ‘oh look my button suddenly reattached itself to my shirt’ way but certainly in a ‘ahhhh, life is starting to make sense’ kinda way.

Now for the sad part…

I love Peperidge Farm cookies! They are delicious and chewy and oh so sweet. How could they possibly bring anything but joy. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I just finished the last one - very, very sad. Actually not only have I finished the last one but I have also dumped all of the crumbs left in the bag into my waiting mouth. Very elegant, as you can imagine, luckily no one was passing by my office at the time.

I need to let you all in on a little secrect. Actually it’s a very big secret but in my infinite generosity I’m sharing it anyway. There is a Peperidge Farm Factory Outlet! I don’t know exactly where, Bert is the holder of that precious drop of information, but I can find out if you are ever in need of one-dollar-already-expired-but-still-damn-delicious-cookies-of-great-goodness.

Think about it.