Despite the fact that I’ve never actually wanted children of my own, I am a sucker for them.

Take these cookies.  I bought the dough from the cute neighbor boys in support of their little league baseball team.

Next time, I think I’ll just make a donation – straight up, no purchasing of wrapping paper, junk food, chocolates, or cookie dough.  It will save me the agony of having all these things that I don’t really need, like Slim Jims and three pounds (yes, pounds!) of peanut butter dough taunting me every time I open the refrigerator.

“You know you want to eat me.  I am rather tasty by the spoonful, or you could stud me with chocolate chips (the way Gregory likes), so I get that mutant cookie look, and then bake me up.  How great would I be with a glass of milk on a perfect Portland day?”

Well, darn it all if the dough wasn’t right!  Now if Monday’s weather would return…