A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral."
HAHAHA now that's bad. That almost sounds like my Grandmother could have said that. :evil: :evil:
Thanks a lot Irwin, now every time Peggy makes cookies I'll be looking over my shoulder :)
Scott
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Funny :-D
Hey Irwin:
Such a funny joke, Tracey said "That was the most cruel ending I ever read and I love it!!!" great one :)
I just read it to my wife and she told me that was so ugly and it broke her heart.
I liked it.
My wife is looking for a chocolate chip cookie recipe.
I think she might be hinting....
As long as anti-freeze is not in the recipe, I think you will be ok.