It's a Trap!!

Last night, while at work, someone brought a plate of cookies to our house, knocked on the door, and took off running. 

"How nice!" I typed to Hubs on the good old Google chat.

"No. No, it isn't. There was no note. No explanation. Nothing!" he responded.

"Well, I think if they wanted us to know who it was, they would have knocked and stood at the door with the plate of cookies in hand, don't you think?"

"Well, I am not going to eat them and I am not going to let the kids eat them. We don't know who they are from," he informed me.

I find this extremely funny because we have, from time to time, dropped off cookies or other goodies on our friends' doorsteps and ran, without the ever important note. I couldn't help but laugh.

I totally forgot about it until this morning when I saw the plate of cookies still wrapped in tin foil, uneaten on the counter. That never happens. Ever!

Saweet! All for me.

As I opened them I began to wonder, "What if it is a trap? What if there is someone out there who hates my gutts, Hubs' gutts and all my kids gutts (that's a lot of gutts to hate) and wants us dead? This would be the perfect way to kill off my family."

They were not homemade. Meaning the ability to sneak toxins into these chocolatey beauties would be next to impossible without completely destroying the cookie.

I smelled them. Heavenly. In fact, I think I gained 2 pounds just from the aroma.

I inspected them, looking for any suspicious white powder or odd looking puncture marks. Nope. Nothing.

The only way we were going to know if they were indeed sent to us by some sick, twisted, unknown enemy was to taste them.

There was only one thing left to do.

"Kids!! Come eat these cookies that someone left for us." In a matter of 30 seconds, all but one had vanished.

I waited. I watched. I waited some more. No-one was dying. No-one was whining. No-one was complaining. Okay, who am I kidding? But they weren't complaining about stomach pains.

I quickly ate my cookie in peace.

Lesson Learned: Just eat the cookies left on your doorstep by you-don't-know-who, because the chances of them being left by a psycho cookie killer are slim to none. Okay, pretty much none.

Thank you, random friend for thinking of us. 

Sorry we judged you!

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