I have cookies and milk.

Famous Amos Bite Sized Chocolate Chip cookies, to be precise. And the children are at Grandma’s for the night, and the husband will be leaving for work in a couple of hours, and I don’t have to work because I quit my job last week!

I also have pepperoni pizza rolls and potato chips, and I shall sit around in my underwear and scratch and burp and yell at Audrey Hepburn that Bogie is better than Bill Holden until I can’t stand the sheer giddiness anymore and fall asleep.

I haven’t had the house to myself for an entire evening in ages.

May I have some? :: innocent face and puppy dog eyes :: Pwwweeeasse?

As much as I can apprieciate having cookies and milk, I think my beer and brownies trumps it.

Open your mouth and I’ll chuck some in; they’re bite-sized, you know!

Regallag, you silly, you don’t eat brownies with beer! You eat deep-fried mozzarella sticks!

I have GirlScout cookies, lot and lots, and I have red wine and brazil nuts and Big Sticks! I could barricade myself in my apartment and not come out for a week! I have Netflix! They send me MST3K and I don’t even have to go out!