A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
And then that dream comes true when your husband buys it for you for Valentine’s Day even though you don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day.
A squirrel cookie jar. I mean, seriously. Now, I only knew about this bit of magic because I have received approximately 82 messages with a link to the said cookie jar, so good looking out to everyone who had my back. While I did appreciate the head’s up, I didn’t immediately buy it because we used to have a cookie jar and then the kids managed to break it into a gazillion million pieces all over the kitchen floor.
I heard the crash while I was upstairs and I knew it wasn’t good. However after the crash no one cried or screamed and this is how I knew they had really effed up something I own, their silence is telling.
I ran downstairs and was met with Troy sitting on the kitchen counter, Zoe holding the bottom of cookie jar, and the lid smashed all over the floor.
I didn’t buy the squirrel cookie jar for myself because I don’t want it to get broken.
And that’s such jacked up logic that I can’t even believe I just admitted it to you.
At least Jeff has more sense about cookie jars than I do.
Attention family: we will not be storing cookies in my baby precious, so please refrain from touching the jar and/or looking in his tail for any sort of sweet treats.
Thank you for your cooperation,
Managament (AKA Mom)