The Cookie Monster Has Returned (standard:humor, 908 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 12 2023	Views/Reads: 708/431	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Ouch! I think I know what to do. Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, here I come.

Sitting in my office working on some projects, I was suddenly surrounded
by a familiar aroma. This surprised me because I had no idea what was 
happening. 

That aroma was familiar, but I couldn't identify it. 

I'm like that most of the time. My nose doesn't work quite like The
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. I don't smell many things, and what 
I do smell I can't identify. On the other hand, my wife can smell 
something three days before it happens. How she does that, I don't 
know. 

Thinking about what I was smelling, it did have some familiarity to it.
I know I smelled this aroma before and needed to find out what it was. 

The more I sniffed, the stronger that aroma became. Then, I had a flash
in my head. I recognized that aroma. The aroma coming from the kitchen 
was freshly baked cookies. 

It's the time of the year when The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
spends a lot of time making cookies. You name the cookie, and she's 
making it. She can make cookies that I have not heard of before. That 
is her specialty. 

I leaned back in my office chair, trying to figure out what to do next.
It is the time of the year when she makes cookies, and I smelled that 
cookie aroma all morning. What is my next step? 

Should I sneak out to the kitchen and see what she was doing? 

If I do that, I am asking for trouble. Leaning back in my chair, I
looked around my office and noticed one thing that could help. There 
was my coffee cup, and it was empty. All I needed to do was take my cup 
to the kitchen for a refill. I think that might work. 

With a very joyful demeanor, I picked up my cup and marched to the
kitchen, expecting to see those cookies. I contemplated what cookies I 
would see, but there is nothing like seeing them in person. 

As I entered the kitchen, my wife said, "And why are you coming into the
kitchen?" 

I'm not a gambler, but I knew I had to lay my cards on the table, or I
would be in trouble. 

"Oh, my dear," I said with a smile, "I'm here to get another cup of
coffee." 

Looking at me with one of her looks, she said, "So, you're not here for
any cookies?" 

"Cookies? I didn't know you were making cookies today." 

"You couldn't smell those cookies?" she said with a snicker. 

I had to divert her attention, so I complimented her, "This is the best
coffee I've had in a long time. I just had to have another cup. Thank 
you so much for it." 

Looking at me, she said, "If I give you a cookie, will you stay out of
the kitchen for the rest of the day?" 

I must confess I would do anything for a cookie. So I agreed to this,
and she gave me a fresh cookie. I smiled at her and said, "Thank you so 
much." 

Basking in the aroma of that cookie, I headed to my office. What could
be better? 

Munching on that cookie was the best thing I had done all morning. I
don't know how she does it, but she makes the best cookies in the 
world. 

I finished that cookie and tried not to think of any cookies anymore. I
remembered that cookie was given to me with the provision I would not 


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