The rain poured down as I exited the campus building. I dodged raindrops as I made my way to my car on this last night of my creative writing class.
Where we live is prone to standing water which can turn to a flood in an instant. Since class had run late, I texted Mad Dog to assure him I would be home soon.
He responded: “All your boys waiting for you.”
Wasn’t that sweet?
I arrived home fifteen minutes later. As soon as I walked in, the scent of freshly baked cookies washed over me. Mad Dog had ordered cookies to be delivered for all of us to enjoy.
The boys were not waiting for me. They were waiting to eat cookies because Mad Dog would not allow it until I came home.
Even Full Speed admitted it was a 60/40 situation. 60% waiting to eat the cookies vs. 40% waiting for me.
Hurt pride did not prevent me from enjoying my cookies. I mean if you are going to come in second to something, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies aren’t a bad way to go.