Cookies in the mail
Dip and keep 6-10 seconds in cold milk while daydreaming.
Pull it out (of the milk), then rest the dipped part on your tongue.
Let the buttered cookie with chocolate filling melt as you savor the decadent yet cheap Keebler sandwich cookie.
Enjoy...
“Check your po box,” his last entry of today says, before I signed off.
Late Monday night, during my topsy-turvy emotional stroll in my worry garden, I wrote “Lost Heaven” and published it here. Tuesday morning while engaged on one-to-one, I told my friend-slash-lover to check my new entry. He did. After about 3 minutes of idle time for me, he messaged me his quick comment. Without quoting him (some things I don’t like to remember), as swift as his disheartened comment the door slammed and he was …. Pooof…… gone - out of my real-time AIM chat. I didn’t see him for the rest of the day - a display of niggle, I correctly assumed – as he deviated from our habitual locking of thoughts and keys through our ever reliable way of connection and relation.
Two days of dialogue exchange reminiscent of a lover’s spat in a soap opera were disconcerting and bewildering to two people who once shared a sexual agenda. We resolved the friction nonetheless. “I freaked out… I’m glad we’re still on track, babe” he wrote in his email.
Needless to say, lovers, friends, confidants, and soul searchers, back as we are.
I did what I was told; went to the post office and found a parcel waiting for me to claim. I waited ‘til I got home to open the impractical box my item(s) were cased as I yanked and twisted the cardboard just to get it to tear. I finally uncluttered my mailed objects through wrappings of old newspapers like some precious and fragile possessions, only to find yet the sweetest, most thoughtful aide-memoire - not in written form or fancy souvenir - only a thinking loved one would give me. My lover, who is 500 miles far-away, bought, wrapped, and paid the 6-dollar-something postage stamp only to send me my favorite snack of all – E.L. Fudges!
Original
Butter Flavored
Sandwich Cookies with Fudge Creme Filling
E.L.Fudge® Eating is Believing®
Pull it out (of the milk), then rest the dipped part on your tongue.
Let the buttered cookie with chocolate filling melt as you savor the decadent yet cheap Keebler sandwich cookie.
Enjoy...
“Check your po box,” his last entry of today says, before I signed off.
Late Monday night, during my topsy-turvy emotional stroll in my worry garden, I wrote “Lost Heaven” and published it here. Tuesday morning while engaged on one-to-one, I told my friend-slash-lover to check my new entry. He did. After about 3 minutes of idle time for me, he messaged me his quick comment. Without quoting him (some things I don’t like to remember), as swift as his disheartened comment the door slammed and he was …. Pooof…… gone - out of my real-time AIM chat. I didn’t see him for the rest of the day - a display of niggle, I correctly assumed – as he deviated from our habitual locking of thoughts and keys through our ever reliable way of connection and relation.
Two days of dialogue exchange reminiscent of a lover’s spat in a soap opera were disconcerting and bewildering to two people who once shared a sexual agenda. We resolved the friction nonetheless. “I freaked out… I’m glad we’re still on track, babe” he wrote in his email.
Needless to say, lovers, friends, confidants, and soul searchers, back as we are.
I did what I was told; went to the post office and found a parcel waiting for me to claim. I waited ‘til I got home to open the impractical box my item(s) were cased as I yanked and twisted the cardboard just to get it to tear. I finally uncluttered my mailed objects through wrappings of old newspapers like some precious and fragile possessions, only to find yet the sweetest, most thoughtful aide-memoire - not in written form or fancy souvenir - only a thinking loved one would give me. My lover, who is 500 miles far-away, bought, wrapped, and paid the 6-dollar-something postage stamp only to send me my favorite snack of all – E.L. Fudges!
Original
Butter Flavored
Sandwich Cookies with Fudge Creme Filling
E.L.Fudge® Eating is Believing®
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