Eat cookies. Be quiet.

Monday, June 16, 2008

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  • Hamburger James - my brother's rockin' rockabilly band
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6/6 "Better than cookies! This book makes you forget to eat and sleep."

5/6 "A favorite cookie recipe! Can't wait to try it again."

4/6 "Pretty good, but clearly all cookies are not for everyone. There might be parts you'd pick out."

3/6 "Pretty bad. A few good bites, but mostly unsatisfactory."

2/6 "Its badness inspires me to bake cookies of my own."

1/6 "Burnt cookies are preferable."

0/6 "No cookies. I ate them instead of reading this book."

Why "Eat cookies. Be quiet."?

I was trying to enter a short story in a local writing contest. I could send it in electronically, but it had to be there by noon. At 11:35 I had 47 more words than I was allowed and my two children were banging on the sliding glass door and screaming for me. Wild-eyed and with clumps of hair clutched in my fist, I thrust a bag of Oreos at them and said, "Here! Eat cookies. Be quiet."