C is for Cookie
Couple of interesting things happened today. One was a surprise, the other, not so much.
I'll start with the not-so-much because it'll be quick.
The wife and I had a fight again, like clockwork, when I got home from work. We're sort of trapped in this half-life where we only see each other before bed and since she wakes up earlier than I do, we go to bed at different times as well. Thus, instead of all the nice stuff coming out and appreciating each other in the short time we have around each other, we tend to get our frustrations out and argue.
*sigh*
On the other side of the coin, I got to work today and Abby makes a point of telling me she has something for me today. Yesterday, we actually talked for a few minutes after I finished my shift and before she finished hers (actually, I misrepresent that by not qualifying that there were two other people there for the conversation), but I didn't really think much of it. Then, like I just mentioned, she lays that on me as I walked into the lunch room to drop off my coat and punch in.
I didn't make a fuss of it or talk to her much today when she finally tracks me down before I leave for supper and she lays some oatmeal raisin cookies on me.
I'll give you a little background so that makes a little more sense to you.
My neighbour used to ask for my help with the odd computer problem that she had. I went over a couple of times to fix her machine and thought nothing of it. Later, usually when I was at work, she would come over with a plate of cookies, usually of the double-chocolate-fudge-nut-crumble-chunky-chocolate variety. Me, I'm an oatmeal raisin type of guy, so I used to joke to the wife that if she really wanted to say thanks, she would make some oatmeal raisin cookies and bring those over instead. Being a woman, I'm not at all surprised with the obsession this lady had with chocolate, it just wasn't something that we shared in common.
So, flash forward some ways and we have myself and Abby having this conversation where I'm describing this situation and she tells me that she'll bring me some cookies since I've been so hard done by over the years.
Nothing materialised for months, and with things deteriorating between us I never expected it to ever be so, but today she brings me cookies. About a half-dozen of them. Yummy ones, too.
*sigh*
I must go and ponder this.
Later!
I'll start with the not-so-much because it'll be quick.
The wife and I had a fight again, like clockwork, when I got home from work. We're sort of trapped in this half-life where we only see each other before bed and since she wakes up earlier than I do, we go to bed at different times as well. Thus, instead of all the nice stuff coming out and appreciating each other in the short time we have around each other, we tend to get our frustrations out and argue.
*sigh*
On the other side of the coin, I got to work today and Abby makes a point of telling me she has something for me today. Yesterday, we actually talked for a few minutes after I finished my shift and before she finished hers (actually, I misrepresent that by not qualifying that there were two other people there for the conversation), but I didn't really think much of it. Then, like I just mentioned, she lays that on me as I walked into the lunch room to drop off my coat and punch in.
I didn't make a fuss of it or talk to her much today when she finally tracks me down before I leave for supper and she lays some oatmeal raisin cookies on me.
I'll give you a little background so that makes a little more sense to you.
My neighbour used to ask for my help with the odd computer problem that she had. I went over a couple of times to fix her machine and thought nothing of it. Later, usually when I was at work, she would come over with a plate of cookies, usually of the double-chocolate-fudge-nut-crumble-chunky-chocolate variety. Me, I'm an oatmeal raisin type of guy, so I used to joke to the wife that if she really wanted to say thanks, she would make some oatmeal raisin cookies and bring those over instead. Being a woman, I'm not at all surprised with the obsession this lady had with chocolate, it just wasn't something that we shared in common.
So, flash forward some ways and we have myself and Abby having this conversation where I'm describing this situation and she tells me that she'll bring me some cookies since I've been so hard done by over the years.
Nothing materialised for months, and with things deteriorating between us I never expected it to ever be so, but today she brings me cookies. About a half-dozen of them. Yummy ones, too.
*sigh*
I must go and ponder this.
Later!
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7:12 AM
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