Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? The man at the funeral, that’s who.

I am talking to my father on the phone a few days ago when he says this:

That reminds me I have a cookie in my car from a month ago.

Um (if you haven’t noticed, I didn’t learn anything from that Oral Communications class I had in college, because I use um a lot…um, sorry), okay, Dad. So naturally I have to ask just where this cookie came from.

He explains that a man they knew pulled the cookie out of his pants pocket and gave it to him while he was at a funeral:

We didn’t know what to do with it, because it had been in his pocket.

My mother in the background says:

Oh, Ronnie, it wasn’t like he had had it in there for days. He just bought it that day he told us.

(Of course, he might have been lying and STOLE it.)

Okay, so this all really makes sense, first from accepting the cookie in the first place. Um, how about saying, “No, thank you. We already ate.”? I mean, even if you know the person, is it normal to go around accepting a cookie from said person at a funeral?

Second, why is the man giving the cookie away at a funeral? Did he think, “You know, I shouldn’t have this cookie later, because my friend Bob just died and I shouldn’t be having good thoughts like how good the cookie is. I think I’ll give it to Ron. I bet he wouldn’t mind since he didn’t know Bob as well as I did, and it won’t be as disrespectful if he eats it and enjoys it later.” Huh?

Also not to belabor this too much, but was the cookie wrapped even? Or was it just loose in his pocket? I mean, you don’t know what was in his pocket, Dad. Ewwww.

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On a separate matter, contrary to what my sister says here, I was not like a 14-year-old girl when I learned that my blog was accepted by Chelle B. of The Offended Blogger into the fold at Humor Bloggers dot com. A 14-year-old boy, maybe. But definitely not a 14-year-old girl, although if I was both, it would be The Best of Both Worlds.

Also on the members-only forum on “the private, highly secret, underground ‘members only’ section of Humor Bloggers dot com” –although there is a discussion forum open to the public, which is way cooler than the ultrasecret members forum– Chelle B.–

(I don’t know what the B stands for. Bitch? Nah, too easy, and so not true, because she’s so cool. I mean, I don’t mean to be like a 14-year-old girl, but if there’s anything “bitch” about Chelle B., it’s “bitchin’”. Boo yah? Maybe. I don’t know really)

– anyway, she appointed me the official Humor Bloggers Speaker of the House. Woo hoo! Of course, I have no idea what the job description entails, but I’m so adding it to my sidebar (at Unfinished Ramblings).

This was also posted at Unfinished Rambling(s).