No Cookies For Lindsey

Today we went out to Matheson Island for their annual fishing derby. It was a nice day for it, but still cold. I was very happy it wasn't windy.

In a moment of weakness, I bought two peanut butter cookies for 50 cents at the canteen when I was getting Eric a burger. While he was eating it, I was minding his fishing hole and decided to eat my cookies, with my mitts off. I took one bite of the cookies. MMM! They were so yummy and they had peanut butter chips in them too! I was pretty happy with the purchase, but I wasn't terrible hungry, and shouldn't have been eating cookies.

After the first bite I realized my hands were too cold to not have mitts on. So I balanced the cookies and the fishing rod on my lap while I proceeded to put my mittens, borrowed from my 8 year old brother, on. I got the left one on successfully. It was pretty tight. I jerked my right hand into the other mitt with my clumsy mitted left hand, and knocked both of my delicious, chewy, peanut buttery cookies straight into the hole. Before I could react they had both began to sink into the depths of the lake.

Goodbye cookies. It was nice to taste you.

Hello fishies, I hope you like the peanut butter cookies I bought you.

Thanks God, for keeping me on track. I should have known better.