Nov 11 - 17

Cookies. I appear to have made another batch that was not good enough to sell. So I am in the middle of eating 4 dozen chocolate chip cookies. I know I have a problem. I used to criticize people who were addicted to different things, but I guess now I will be more compassionate. Do you think when you get to heaven you can eat all the cookies you want? I mean, can you get fat in heaven? I have been told that God doesn’t like to be the disciplinarian and that is why most of heaven is run by departed DMV workers. We know they can be a little less friendly than our servers, but since you are afraid of what they can do you always listen to them. I can see them now coming after me to take away my cookies. Me pleading with them to not take them away, to no avail.

Nov 4 - 10

Ok, so I was going to write about how I always seem to overcook the cookies for Taylors (that way I get to eat them) when I got a call from one of my employees up there.

“Hey, um. We had a fire and I was just wondering after you use the fire extinguisher, should we throw away all the food that we sprayed?”

I responded...actually I can’t tell you how I responded because at a later date it would be in print and all of you could use it against me.

Oct 28 - Nov 3

My family won’t let me write about what goes on around here anymore. I had some great stories, if only I had an alias. I know I will go by the alias of Pierre Detecto, and I can write about my fictional family.

Like the time Pierre’s daughter hid live animals under her bed, (well they were live for a while). Then there was the time that Pierre’s drummer son had to have a 3rd drum set, in spite of the fact that Pierre was going brain deaf. Yea, that’s what I should do. Just call me Pierre, next time you see me.