This Story Began With a Pair of Pants

Funny thing happened on the way home. I forgot to pick up the dry cleaning and was having a proverbial pants crisis which required a 7:40 run to the cleaners. The only potential upside to that was that, other than fresh pants, for some reason I was craving a mini-chocolate chip cookie. Not something I would normally eat but the Beverlywood bakery is right next to our cleaner. They were of course closed when I got there. I had my pants though. Today was hectic and I did not get the full run-down on what Lisa had made. Waiting in our kitchen was a wonderful cookie the kids had passed up; and which I'm assuming was not a reject that fell on the floor. The best cookie I ever had. And, I'm pretty as punch pleased I missed the one from the bakery. So thank you to Lisa, the kids, and my pants. Michael