Confessions of an Addict

Me: Denise brought these little cookies covered in Belgium chocolate to work today. A whole tin of them!

TD: And how many did you have?

Me: Um....well….maybe....about....seven?

TD: (look of horror) SEVEN?

Me: But they were tiny little cookies! Shortbread! And really thin and it was really only like three because they were so SMALL!

TD: SEVEN.

Me: Don’t judge me.

TD: Seven cookies.

Me: You suck.

TD: Do we have cookies? I kinda want a cookie now.