"That's real touching Toaster"

Nov. 9, 2010

Caleb had preschool today. It was at Sis. Amanda Pitts house, (she is really neat...by the way). Afterward we went to Connie's so we could be there when she and Jerry walked through the door after a trip to Washington D.C. I talked to her yesterday and she told me that she and Jerry spent all day at the Mall. I said, "Jerry went to the 'mall' ?" She didn't mean the mall like the Vally Plaza she meant where the Abraham Lincoln memorial is and the Washington monument are. Ha Ha Ha. I felt silly. Oh well. I won't make that mistake again.

I love to read the stories and poems from the Chicken soup for the soul books. I read one today called, "The Cookie Thief." If you have the time, read it below. If not, "Go get 'er done"

The Cookie Thief
"A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bought a bad of cookies and found a place to drop."

"She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,
That the man beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore, to avoid a scene."

"She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,
As the gusty "cookie thief" diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I'd blacken his eye."

"With each cookie she took, he took one too.
When only one was left, she wondered what he'd do.
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half."

"He offered her half, as he ate the other.
She snatched it from him and thought, "Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and he's so rude,
Why, he didn't even show any gratitude!"

"She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight wad called.
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,
Refusing to look back at the 'thieving ingrate'. "

"She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,
Then sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise.
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!"

" 'If mine are here,' she moaned with despair,
'Then the others were his and he tried to share!'
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!"

-Valarie Cox

p.s. I read about the Universe last night... Just in case you were wondering