This week, I renewed my pledge to good-girl eating behavior : Veggies; all-natural granola things; no chocolate before 10 a.m. Life responded by FedEx-ing me an eight-pound box of freshly baked cookies.
In the interest of maintaining our open, honest (albeit invisible) relationship, I should tell you that Ben’s name was technically on the package. The cookies were a final exam morale-booster sent by the law firm where Ben will be interning this summer. With his quixotic (and semi-infuriating) lack of a sweet tooth, Ben generously bestowed the entire collection of soft, buttery, baby hippo-sized treats upon yours truly. Like a beaver chipping away a tree, I nibbled with determination, leaving behind only a few sad edges…and my dignity.