Denied

My Breast Cancer 3-Day team has a Company Store. Lots of us contribute goodies to it and our co-workers willingly dole out dollars for the stuff, which we've been sticking in a group savings account for our fundraising. Last night I was making chocolate chip cookies and congo bars (like blondies but better, really much better) for The Store. As I was easing the first batch from the cookie sheets to the cooling racks Kate sidled up next to my leg and gazed at the counter.

"What cha makin'?" She sweetly asked. "Cookies." I responded, focused on my task at hand. She took a dramatic whiff of the fresh treats in and said "Are they for me?" "Nope." I said. She stood there for a minute while I ignored her, then retreated to the living room.