Puffy Cookie Puff

I left work early today feeling pretty crappy… but the Snook knew how to cheer me up. He brought me a Puffy Puff Puff Cookie Puff! (Or whatever they’re called.) I have to say I was a bit underwhelmed. Cold, crumbly… and nowhere near as orgasmic as Beard Papa’s sounds. Still, it was a sweet gesture and it made me feel a lot better.

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  1. Sweat gesture. Har har.

  2. AHHHHHH! That should be “sweet”. Seriously, when will you enable Edit-able comments?

  3. Or even better, edible comments? Ha! (I crack myself up).

    All joking aside, I’m glad you’re feeling better. It must be good to know what was causing the problems.

  4. I was looking at the couchcam, you really looks that you was broken. Hope you healing soon.

  5. In order to edit I’d probably have to have you log in… and I was trying to avoid that barrier to entry to comment. Besides, typos are funny. 🙂

  6. I’m glad you’ve found out what was wrong, too. Go Kris! I had those puffy puff things a couple of weeks ago with a friend, when we were dressed in gothic lolita! We were sitting in gloria jeans, while our friend drank coffee, and my friend Mel suddenly said “WHAT IS THAT? I DON’T KNOW BUT I KNOW I NEED IT”. Which cracked me up. She is a teenager, and allowed to say and think such things.
    Ours were cold and I wasn’t *that* impressed(but it didn’t stop me from eating a second one!), but a couple of weeks later, I found myself thinking “I could really go one of those puffy things”.

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