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| 06.28.04 (1:50 pm) [edit] |
The weeks went by uneventfully. I planned and carried out the staff Christmas party with happy enthusiasm. It was there that I had my next encounter with Spud. The people from Regina came up to have a joint party with us.
It wasn't until after many drinks and an evening of gambling, when Spud approached me with another demand. Grossberger was sitting at the table with us, watching the exchange of coded banter with great interest. The threat of exposure was so near that I immediately agreed to Spud's request.
By the next morning, my brain was much too swollen to remember exactly what had transpired the night before. I thought that I had given Spud the slip, since he was returning home that day, until...I found a 5 lb bag of chippits in my mailbox. I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT! Even across the miles, he refused to release his grip on me.
So I baked his damned cookies. I baked and baked and baked. But you see, Spud didn't come to town very often. As the days wore on, his pile of cookies slowly diminished until I had no choice but to buy more chippits and bake cookies again to replenish his stock. By this time, baking cookies had become less of a chore and more of a pleasure. I became quite good at it and indeed, the cookies were flawless.
Then....it happened. Grossberger got the axe at work. It was a sad thing to see him go. But, with him, left my reason for baking. Spud ended up moving back to Saskatoon in Grossberger's wake. I thought that life had finally gotten back to normal since Spud no longer had me in shackles, so to speak.
As the weeks wore on, I discovered myself itching to bake cookies. It was funny, like being addicted to crack. I'm not sure if it was the baking of the cookies or the eating that had me entangled in its wicked snare, but I had to do it!!!
I was in the middle of mixing up a batch so that I could get my fix when my electric mixer died a most horrible and painful death. A small plastic piece had broken and the beaters somehow got locked together, blowing the motor. Tears of frustration rolled down my face as I pried and pulled to get them apart. Acrid tendrils of smoke drifted up from the poor, mangled little machine while I licked the half mixed cookie dough from the sad little beaters. I hoped that Spud would not take it too hard.
And so I was forced to quit cold turkey. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months until one day....
Friday, to be exact, there was a mysterious box on my desk.
I opened it up, tearing the box like a little kid on Christmas Day. Inside was....
A NEW ELECTRIC MIXER!!!
Oh Spud! You've made me the happiest woman in the world!!
Now I will spread my cookie taint unto the world and no one will stop me! For I am....THE NERD! I shall smite those who oppose me with my mighty ghetto booty, and chase down all manner of cookie ingredients with my swift, super hopped up shopping cart. Beware the wrath of my swinging beer bottle lest ye be pummeled into mealy-mouthed submission.
MUHAHAHA!! I....AM A COOKIE GOD!!!
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posted by: Marko (reply)
post date: 06.28.04 (11:36 pm)
Oh sure...you talk a good game, but I have no direct evidence of your so called "cookie Goddery".
Don't sing it...bring it.
posted by: JmcV (reply)
post date: 06.29.04 (2:11 am)
you should bring lots of cookies on the camping trip.
posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 06.29.04 (6:08 am)
Reply to: JmcV
But....
It's 30 degrees outside!!!
Listen, unless you have something pretty darn juicy to hold over my head, you're not getting cookies baked in 30 degree weather.
posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 06.29.04 (6:11 am)
Reply to: Marko
Oh you know it's true. And I think you are awed by it. I don't think I need to prove myself, however....once the weather cools, you'll have your cookies. Not to prove anything, mind you...just because you're Mark and I must have you under my Mark. Mark Mark Mark.
posted by: Danette (reply)
post date: 06.29.04 (3:13 pm)
I love the story, great way to spin the suspense. Doesn't a cookie Goddess require making more than one type of cookie? Hmmmm??? I'm sure that there are lots of people who would love to assist you in expanding your cookie horizons. ;)
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