cookies

tonight when we were leaving the conklins i wanted some sugar in a bad way. and i mean, it was my birthday, so i felt entitled to a little sugar fix. so as we were walking to the car i smelled the best smelling cookies out in the fresh air:
staci: tanner do you smell those cookies? they smell delicious!
tanner: no.
staci: take a wiff! they smell great. i want a cookie. or something sweet. it's my birthday.
tanner: staci, that's not a cookie you smell. it's just the snow.
(interjection--a) the snow is GONE. there is no snow. b) do snow and cookies smell the same?)
staci: no, it's not. it's cookies. i smell cookies.
tanner: just get in the car. i'll fart & then you won't smell cookies anymore.
staci: ew, no! i dont want that.

then we realized my purse was missing and all the fun happiness was sucked out of our bodies. and also we didn't have any cookies. the end.

ps. also there was no fart, so i think that is one positive thing i can point out here.