There’s another cookie in my desk. I am trying to persuade my “put-that-down-betch-it’s-not-even-11 a.m.!” self to let me at it. I think my reasoning is solid.

1. I had a really nice bus ride. I played a “Z” word on Words with Friends and listened to the new Black Keys album. 

2. I wore red wellies with a red skirt and forgot my heels. I endured subsequent office commentary about “Ronald McDonald’s cute cousin.”

3. I almost lost a favorite earring upon exiting the bus. An attractive stranger returned it to me and we walked down the street like this ||.* (Never mind that the empty space in the middle is the road and we are both on separate sidewalks and conversation ceased after “Is this your earring?”)

* And, note, we could have walked down the street like this:

4. It’s shortbread. Enough said?