Flashes of Panic

The cookies have arrived.

I am (usually) the best customer for any daughters in the office. Since I bought for three single guys (including myself) at my old job, I was the best customer for the Wischnia twins. Now, I'm just buying for myself, but I stock up, and the Bennett twins (why are they always twins?) come around office to office rather than just have their mother put out the order form, so I like to reward that bravery. (Asking other people for money takes courage, I think, even if you're selling cookies.)

This year, as last year, I need to be careful about balancing calories in with calories out, so I will be repeating last year's stunt. Each box gets a label on the end with a weekly mileage total. Run the miles, open the box. It's that simple.