Not the cookie monster – altho he has been a favorite of mine over the years.
What brought all of these thoughts on was this –
It is a cookie, handed to each of us on the way out of the end of the year Thank You luncheon put on by the Cal Athletic Department for donors. Obviously that means that George has donated some amount of money to one of their funds. I am not sure if it was a general “to the fund” or for Women’s Basketball in particular, or how much.
But in any case, the company was good, the speeches recognizing a few outstanding individuals were short and we were handed the cookie. Apparently last year, it was soap in a nice little package for whatever reason. Someone unwrapped it and bit it. Not happy, they thought it was a cookie.
This year, it was a cookie.
I have my passport, phone, charging cords. I managed to check and paid for my bag because I don’t do well trying to boost to an overhead compartment. I get to the end. There is an offer to check my carry-on for free since the flight is full. Ah, well. Otherwise, I am packed and somewhat organized. I have enough stitching projects to last me through 17 days. I have my meds, some changes of clothes, audiobooks downloaded. Even some cash.
Oh, the cookie? I ate it. The candy was fine, the cookie blah.
