Monday, April 23, 2007

Cookies

There are many wonderful things about living with other people, but tonight, halfway through a package of cookies, I realized one of the best reasons to live with other people. I opened this package of cookies yesterday, and they are now half gone. Now, it’s possible that I ate half a package of cookies. If I lived alone, it would be certain that I had eaten all of them—short of housebreaking cookie eaters. But, since I live with other people, maybe, just maybe, the people I live with ate some of them too.

I prefer to think that I did not eat half a package of cookies.

See, if you live with other people—they automatically must have eaten at least some of them.

Right?
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4 comments:

andi said...

We have shelf-mice: they sneak in the kitchen by night and consume biscuits, cake or other snacky bits. The alternative idea is that I eat them...

8:23 AM
gossamer said...

Oh, and of course it can't be you....

I think sometimes the count on the box is incorrect. The box says that it contains 16 cookies, but you and I both know it only contained 12 to begin with, so now that there are only 8 in the box means that I have only eaten 4, not 8.

Who says I can't do math?

9:44 AM
Lisa M Lane said...

You do have guests occasionally.

Perhaps I ate them.

12:08 PM
gossamer said...

Oh, if only you had been around, rest assured that I would have blamed at least some of them on you llane, but alas, the package we shared is many packages in the past.

3:28 PM

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