I got home tonight to find the above scene. While I appreciate the wife making baked goods, I'm feeling like a crack whore who just got out of rehab....I want them cookies. I know what you're saying...'Oh Jon-O, one wont hurt you. Just have a cookie and stop." WRONG. Those of you who know me well fully understand that there is no one cookie with me. I have to have all the cookies. ALL OF THEM DAMIT!
Hopefully I can avoid the temptation.
On the other hand, who wants to bet me that I can't gain back all 13 pounds tonight?