At The Office

I do enjoy blogging about Mike and his antics. Here's another installation to the "Mike" series.

Last Friday, Mike brought a fresh batch of chocolate cookies baked lovingly by his wife. It wasn't often that Cynthia bakes and when she does, it was always a some kind of wonderful.

When I was frustrated at work last week, he offered me those yummy cookies. There was no turning back since. It unleashed the Cookie Monster out of me.

Thus whenever his back was turned, I would take a cookie or two out of the container and munch happily away. Every bite was esctasy... The cookie itself was made from chocolate and every bite digs into yet another morsel of melted chocolate chips and raisins. It lifted me somewhat out of my gloom and made me believe that life indeed, can be yummy.

This morning, barely three days since the cookies first appeared, Mike was shocked to find that there were only two left in the cookie jar.

"Gee, thanks for your kindness in leaving some for me," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Wait, let me be kinder and leave none for you," I joked and reached out for jar.

He was kind enough to leave me the very last cookie. That sure tasted heavenly. (Refer to the picture of the empty cookie container above).

If there's one thing good about being in 'mourning', is that it makes one appreciate the simple and finer things in life all the more.

Things like cookies and jars and good friends like Mike.