Post #300. Will there be confetti or balloons?

What the heck am I doing posting at 6:30 on a Friday night? Well, I am still at work, darling deary-O's. I'll be here for the next week, hunkered down in the thick of high grant season. One year I was at the office 48 hours straight, awake the entire time, so this may not be an exagerration. I drove home after that stretch with my windows cranked open in thirty degree weather, to keep from falling asleep. Once I was tucked in my own bed, I discovered I was too tired to sleep. That's the worst.

Right now, when I should be writing a Table of Contents and Abstract for my grant proposal, I'm fantasizing about Liz Lovely's cookies. Go look at the cowgirl cookies. How can you not resist that? Hang on....I'm going to go look again.

Okay, I'm back. I really don't want my reheated spaghetti for dinner now. I want Liz Lovely cookies. I tried her chocolate fudge cookies a few weeks ago...well, I didn't really TRY them so much as jam them into my mouth and nearly faint from the sheer taste bliss. Cocoa ecstacy. You couldn't really chew them; you kind of had to gum them, they were so dense and rich, and they were rolled in sugar...Soft cookies rolled in confectioners' sugar bring me to my knees.

Oh dear, this needs to stop.

I put together an online order of just four cookies, but the total with shipping came to $12. They really are worth $3 a cookie, but I know I could drive to Milwaukee and visit my sister and darling nephew AND get these divine cookies at Outpost--two sweet deals wrapped up in one.

The trick will be leaving my desk at some point in the next week, other than for the most necessary of human activities.

Consuming Liz Lovely cookies seems like a fairly necessary human activity, if you ask me.