The Cookie Dance

Earlier this week I offered to take a co-worker home, but had to pick up my husband from his office on the way. When I went in to get him I noticed a box full of m and m cookies on his desk. The pre-dinner pains struck as I grabbed two of them. I walked back out the door with a cookie in each hand, then did a happy dance for my co-worker so she could share the delight in my found treasure. {okay, it was a long day} {available}