Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Vesuvian Bakery
The slothful home teacher arrived tonight, bearing cookies. This is the guy who has lived three doors down for a decade, yet insists on calling your son 'Candace.' Still, his visit is exciting, since -- like Santa -- he only shows up once a year.
Unfortunately, he sprung the whole 'goodies for my home teaching families' thing on his wife at the last minute, and to teach him a lesson in time management she presented him with cookies so burnt they look like they were chipped out of an oven in Pompeii.
Store the cookies with the barbecue equipment, in case next summer you run out of briquettes, and bust out the fudge.
Offer a little to your home teacher, just to be charitable. After all, the poor guy's sleeping on the porch tonight as it is.