They just don't.
And where were my so-called friends last night? Right next to me. Watching as I got up for "just one more."
Well "friends," I betcha didn't know I can't hold my cookies. After four I can no longer walk upright and I end up with tummy grumblies like you wouldn't believe.
So, thanks. Thank YOU Cathy for making the darn things. Thank YOU Janie for sitting right next to me and not intervening once. Thank YOU Brad for pointing them out to me and getting the whole destructive process started. And thanks to the rest of you who just watched.
My name is Stacie, and I can't control my cookie consumption, but you all are enablers, and you should be ashamed of yourselves.