Berger Cookies: The Morning After

Well. I'm still married, is the good news.

The bad news is that I am a very bad, bad wife.

Stuart got two Berger cookies out of the four boxes he brought home.

And you know, he worked all weekend, practically. In Baltimore. At a trade show.

Hey. Don't look at me like that. I didn't act alone.

And it wasn't like I didn't try to do the right thing. Friday night I made a nice cut of salmon for us and chicken cutlets for the kids and apple pie and ice cream, which is really his favorite.

Guess I was feeling a tad guilty. Not only about the cookies, either.

But please, don't let me get started.

Then he called to say he'd be staying in the big city for dinner, and so we sat down to a lovely repast with...his ex-wife.

I like her.

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