It’s very hard for me to write this to you today. My fingers have gotten so fat I can barely mash the keys correctly and my mind is clouded in some kind of sugary haze. Totally worth it. Because as great as Monday was, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you about the cookies.
I don’t know where they came from, or who made them. I know the nice Make-a-Wish people brought them in a non-brand-specific resealable container, so it makes me think these were not professionally made. HOW WERE THESE NOT PROFESSIONALLY MADE?! The Boloco food was delicious of course, but the most delicious things ever were the cookies.
No wait, why am I even telling you about how delicious they are yet?! Hold on a second. You’re not ready for that. Because the first thing you notice about them isn’t how they taste! Duh! As soon the the container is opened you see the expert decoration. I wish I had taken a better picture of them before we smooshed them all back into the box. Edward’s wish centers on New York City, superheroes, and vehicles. These cookies were made in the shapes of the various vehicles that he loves! There were bus shapes, taxi shapes, and helicopter shapes. Helicopter shapes! Parts of these cookies were so thin that, had I made them, they would have been burned, or broken off. But it was not so! I swear these came from the professional bakery of a master chef. And the decorations! The taxis were so detailed, right down to the tiny word “taxi” written on them! The bus had windows! It was crazy! You almost didn’t want to eat one, they were so beautiful!
But oh. Oh yes. Oh yes, then you did eat one. And maybe more than one. Mmmarphlglumphlmmrfmerfmrnch. Bliss. Ecstasy. Suddenly you were one with the universe. How could these cookies be so pretty and so good?! It wasn’t fair! No cookie should be allowed to have everything! It makes every other cookie on earth look bad! I will not tell you how many cookies I consumed, but you may recall that I am now too fat to type correctly.
These cookies were not in short supply either. What they lacked in no area whatsoever, they more than made up for in sheer quantity. These cookies were passed around and enjoyed by all, (some of all enjoyed several…) and we still have a stack of them at home! Well, we did. Now there are a few left. I may have just eaten another one. Oh boy. I need to stop. I need to get out of here. I am no longer in control of my body. I have given myself over completely to the cookies. It’s time to stop
eating writing and leave the house. I’ve got to escape. I don’t know if I can. I might eat another. Please send help. And by help I mean a glass of milk. And possibly some more of those cookies…