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Current Book(s): I’m usually always reading between 2-4 books at one time. I literally (pronounced li-trally) have books in every orifice of my apartment, car, work desk, purse. Have books, will travel, right? I’m currently knee-deep in two amazing books: The Husband’s Secret by Liane Moriarty and Little Earthquakes by Jennifer Weiner. Both have kept me up until the wee hours of the morning (and have been my go-to when work has been on the slow side–perks of being a librarian, yo!).

Current Music: Just. so. much. Although the two songs that have been on the repeat the most have been A Great Big World’s Hold Each Other and The Civil War’s Poison & Wine. #AllTheFeels

Current Guilty Pleasure: I don’t really believe in guilty pleasures. I mean, hypothetically speaking of course, why would or should one feel guilty for polishing off a tub of raw cookie dough? Not this girl.


Current Nail Color: It’s kind of a blueish purple. Blurple? Plue?

Current Drink: WINE!!!! Guys, I am now a wine drinker. Moscato to be exact. Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d be saying that. I feel so…adult.

Current Food: Lots of it.

Current Favorite Show: I actually have been so busy lately that I haven’t watched a lot of TV/Netflix, but a few nights this week I was able to catch the Tonight Show with my BFF Jimmy Fallon. HIL-ARIOUS, my friends. I’m in tears every time I watch his show. This was a fave of mine from earlier this week.

Current Wish List: If anyone has any extra Packers/Broncos tickets (or would like to contribute to the ‘Get Wendi to the Packers/Broncos game’ fund), I would love you forever. Also, Jerry Seinfeld is coming to Denver in December and I am dying to go. DYING! Not literally (li-trally), but it would be so amazing to see him again live.  I also wouldn’t be mad if I got this.

Current Bain of My Existence: This morning I decided to go for a run before work. Just a quick 7 miles, Wendi said. It’s only sprinkling out, Wendi said. Oy.


Current Celebrity Crush: JIMMMMAHHHH (sorry, sort of an inside joke there). Forever and always crushing hardcore on Jimmy Fallon. A sense of humor is the way to this gal’s heart. Well, that and cookies.

Current Blessing: I know I say it a lot, but I truly have THE best family and friends in the history of ever. To say that I’m blessed would be an understatement. The kindness, the support, the silliness and randomness and unconditional love that the most important people in my life bring (you know who you are)? It’s just so ridiculously ahhmazing.

Current Slang: I literally (li-trally) can’t even right now. Ughhh. I know. I KNOW! I’m that girl.

Current Outfit: Skinny jeans, boots and plaid baby! Fall is upon us. Ughhh. I know. I KNOW! I’m that girl.

Current Excitement: Besides the fact that I finally got that piece of Corn Pop unstuck from my teeth, THERE IS JUST SO MUCH!!  My baby sis just signed a lease for her new apartment (hey girl, heyyy), softball playoffs are in full swing (pun intended), Halloween is right around the corner, my momma is coming out to visit in a few weeks, AND there’s a full bag of Candy Corn on my desk that’s calling my name. Life is good, y’all. Life is very good. 🙂

QOTD: What’s currently going on in your neck of the woods?


Why EVERYONE should be a Packer’s fan

This coming Sunday, the Green Bay Packers will travel to Seattle to take on the Seahawks, battling it out on the gridiron for the NFC Championship. It’s sure to be an exciting game, and if this past season has taught us anything, it’s that the Green and Gold are a force to be reckoned with. With a stellar head coach, an indestructible defense and a powerhouse of an offense lead by the one and only Aaron Rodgers (*sigh*), the Packers hold a solid place in not only the standings, but in the hearts of people everywhere.

Growing up in the great state of Wisconsin, being a Packers’ fan was a birth right, an honor and a privilege. Wisconsinites like to say there are two seasons: Packer season and the off-season. Churches schedule their services around game time on Sundays, people walk around with cheese on their heads and fans think nothing of freezing their keesters on a -36 degree weather day when it means taking in a game at the Frozen Tundra aka mecca.

There are many teams in the NFL, many great and wonderful teams (or so I’ve heard.) But there is only one team that’s America’s team, and that team is the Green Bay Packers, my friends. Here are just some of the reasons why everyone should be a Packer’s fan.

1. Have any of the other teams in the NFL had a coach who was immortalized in a Broadway play based on his life? I think not. Vince Lombardi was just one of those few coaches (and human beings) who really knew how to build a team up. He was a leader, a visionary and a true icon in all senses of the word. Vince, you were and always will be the man!

2. The Packers are all about community. In fact, they are the only publicly-owned major sports franchise in the country. People invest in the Packers out of football love, not profit. I mean, how American is that?!

3. Speaking of community, the Packers have a tradition (one of many) where every summer during pre-season training, young fans line their bikes up across from Lambeau Field in the hopes that they will get to chauffer their favorite sport heroes into the stands. get the chance to give their favorite sports heroes a ride into the stadium for their pre-season practice. How cool is that?!


4. Tailgating is an art my friends, and no team or fan base knows how to do it better than the Packers.  At Lambeau Field, you can get a brat, a cold beer (or five) and a lively chorus of “Go Pack, Go!” while smooshed next to a guy wearing a large cheesehead and bright orange hunting overalls. You tell me what sounds like more fun.

5. Lambeau Field. The Fenway of football stadiums. The Grey Poupon of mustards. The Apple of all phones. Where a game isn’t just a game; it’s an experience. If you have never been to the frozen tundra, make it a point to plan a visit. Like, yesterday. The crowd, the food, the field and the overwhelming sense of being in the exact place where legends once stood, where legends are made is a pretty surreal feeling. Take it from personal experience, a game at Lambeau Field will never be forgotten.

6. The Lambeau Leap.

7. Two words: Aaron Rodgers.

8. Two more words: Clay Matthews. #ThatHairThough1381182356000-AP-PACKERS-CHIEFS-FOOTBALL-58722388

9. Oh, and let’s not forget the wicked chops (and dance moves) the defensive line has OFF the field. Pitch perfect indeed, fellas. 😉

This Sunday as the Green Bay Packers take the field in Seattle, be sure to don your finest Green and Gold, your cheesiest of hats, and cheer on with your bad self. After all , it is the American thing to do.

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Insta-Lately and the Polar Vortex

Hey guys! I hope you all had a fantabulous weekend!

So as most of you have probably heard (if you haven’t been hiding out under a rock), “winter is coming.”

We, as in most of the U.S., is about to or has already been hit with a massive cold front. They’re calling it the Polar Vortex (I think I went on that ride at Six Flags once) and it’s supposed to bring super cold and chilly temps along with the white, fluffy stuff to pretty much every state with the exception of South Florida, Hawaii, pockets in the southwest and Alaska (what?!?!).

If you need me, I’ll be sipping mai-tais in Anchorage.

I don’t know about you, but I am SOOOOO not ready for all of this winter business.

Like, at all.

We went from the sun-filled days of summer to the blustering, snowy ones of winter within a span of a week.

It seems as though it was fall that was hiding under that rock.

Mother Nature can be a donkey sometimes, can’t it?

The good news: After four hours at the tire shop (I guess the rest of Colorado had the same idea) and $500 later (ouch!), my car is at least ready for the snow and ice. In addition to new treads, hot chocolate season is in full effect in my house, along with warm fuzzy slippers and sugar cookie-scented candles. I’m not gonna lie; it smells like a full-on frosting factory at chez Wendi. The other good news is that the sudden chill in the air and the snow on the ground has given me permission to get Chrisma-fied! I usually try to wait until at least Turkey Day to even start thinking about my most favorite holiday in the history of ever, but I am finding it harder and harder to quell the decorations, the gifts, the cards, and yes, even the music.

Kenny G, I’m talking to you buddy!

*P.S. Carol of the Bells is my favorite Christmas song, btw. The version by Trans-Siberian Orchestra is THE BEST! It just hits you, all the way down to your toes!

**P.P.S. I’m SOOOO doing this to my apartment this year. My neighbors will LOVE it!

But before I get too ahead of myself, I wanted to share with you a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and a whole bunch of other thangs through the lense of my Instagram.

Here’s what’s been happening Insta-Lately 🙂

Before Mr. Frosty makes it’s chilly way over here, I wanted to sneak in one final hike. I still have to pinch myself at the beauty that is Colorado. I mean, breathtaking. Just breathtaking.


No, YOU didn’t eat that cupcake off of the floor! Everyone knows there’s a 50 second rule when it comes to any type of baked good. Or chocolate. Or potato chip.


Yesterday my Packers kicked the snot out of da Bears during Sunday night football. Best way to end the weekend in my opinion: Pizza, min-me wine bottle and a victory! #ImSoFancy


You can check out all of my other shenanigans here on my personal Instagram account: @wjhansen87

Have a great Monday, everyone (and stay safe and warm! Unless you’re in Alaska then have a Pina Coloda for me!)

We Go Together Like Peas and Carrot [flavored chew toys]

As my better half and I were sitting on the couch last night, watching drooling over an episode of Top Chef Masters, I couldn’t help but notice how scarily similar Thunder and I are.

I mean, like, REALLY similar.

I’ve heard of couples who have been married for 30+ years–the adorable ones you see walking hand-in-hand through the mall looking so in love, so happy–eventually looking, talking, and thinking the same.

I’ve heard of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters who listen to the same music, cheer for the same sports teams/players, wear the same perfume and even share the same mannerisms (I can belch like a sailor–thanks dad–and have picked up on my mom’s uncanny ability to sense when someone is feeling a bit down, instantly jumping at the chance to make them laugh, turning that frown upside down. That expression is actually something that I learned from my mom as well!

These are all things that are sure to happen when one lives and spends time with another person over an extended period of time; in fact, it’d be weird if it didn’t. You begin to sense when the other is sad, hungry, excited or scared.  You learn and get accustomed to each others weird habits and hobbies (like eating peanut butter straight out of the jar and having to check inside the shower before stepping in because the movie Psycho scarred you for life. I mean, I don’t do these things but…)

But the one thing that I never took into consideration was how much you and your favorite four-legged and furry friend could just act like twinsies.

Case-in-point: Thunder from down under and yours truly.

I’m pretty convinced that if I had a tail and Thunder had boobs, people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between us.


Maybe his hair is a tad more blonde than mine, but other than that…

Here are just some of the things that prove just how in-sync we are with each other:

1. Thunder and I both appreciate great music and are never to shy away from breaking out in a mad karaoke session.t8

2. We LOVE to be active, whether it’s running, hiking, or kicking (or chewing) the soccer ball around.t1


3. But as much as we love to get out sweat on, nothing is greater than kicking back after a long day, just a book, some trashy TV, and the couch.t11

4. And what goes better than some trashy TV/a good book and some serious couch time than with some junk food.  Drooling over freshly made chocolate-chip cookies is mandatory (and perhaps hereditary?)


5. We both have bladders the size of a small pea. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”


6. Whenever someone mentions a “ROADTRIP!/CAR RIDE!”, we are the first to “SHOTGUN” that situation (again with the drooling! We should really get that looked at.)



7. Every once in a while, we like to get all gussied up in our finest attire. And let me tell you, we know how to party.


8. Nothing says summer than a day on the lake!


9. We are THE CHEESIEST Packer and Brewers fan ever and won’t hesitate to jump on the couch with glee Tom Cruise style when a winning homerun or touchdown is made!


9. We both try to live each day to the fullest, stopping to smell the turtles (?) and not taking advantage of any minute, any second that God has blessed us with.


10. We are appreciative of the beauty all around us, whether that be in nature, in the kind hearts of people, or in ourselves.


11. And lastly, and most importantly, we love to love. We don’t waste an opportunity to spend time with the ones we love, telling them and showing them how much they mean to us.




My Thunder and I go together like peas and carrot flavored chew toys.

Let’s just hope I don’t pick up on my pup’s habit of licking his friend’s butts. Somehow I don’t think that would go over very well the next time my pals and I get together 😉

Thoughts on a Thursday

1. I just realized that I prefer to chew my food primarily on the left side of my mouth. Is that weird? I mean, I know I’m left-handed…but could I be left-mouthed too?

2. A week and two days from today begins my amazing internship at the Milwaukee Public Library and my even more amazing Summer. I couldn’t BE more excited (cue the Chandler Bing voice)! Packing for this amazing Summer however? Yeah….even thinking about that makes me cringe. Anyone care to help me pack? I’ll pay you in delicious cookies 😉t3

3. Who needs a bowl when you’ve got a counter, a carton, and a spoon?t2

4. Note to self: Do not leave chocolate unattended in a heated, non-air conditioned car for prolonged periods of time. A smelted piece of candy for anyone who can guess what this is!t1

5. Speaking of heated, non-air conditioned cars…leather seats + an open sun roof with access to direct sunlight + a sweltering Georgia summer day = one very burned bum. On the plus side, I can officially say that I’ve got the hottest ass of anyone I know without lying. YOUCH!

6. Honey Boo Boo, step aside. The Cheeseheads are moving in! Apparently TBS has greenlighted a TV show series which follows the greatest, most outrageous, fun, and crazy fans in the world. All I can say is…FINALLY!

Have a great Thursday, folks 🙂


A Little Fries With My Catch-Up

Hey guys!

Long time, no post.  For the last week or so, I have been sans internet…which in a way was slightly invigorating. For something that is supposed to shave minutes from the clock, it is amazing how much time technology ends up sucking from you each and every day. It makes me want to try to spend less time playing ‘Words with Friends’ and surfing the web everyday and instead, start spending more time playing ‘Tug of War’ with my dog and, maybe even learning how to really surf (we’ll have to wait until it gets a bit warmer however for that one, wetsuit and all).

So much has happened in the last week that I wanted to share with you guys! Did you all have a great Thanksgiving? Snab any awesome Black Friday deals?

To give you a brief overview of how I spent my holiday and what has been happening in my neck of the woods, I thought I’d give you just a quick Cliff Notes version (You know me…I could write a novel just on Thanksgiving alone but I will spare you the lengthy write-up and just give you the high points) of what went down with moi over the past few days or so to catch you all up…

  • A Day of Thanks and Giving

My Thanksgiving was amazing! Not only was it the first T-Day that my mom, sister, dad and myself were all together to celebrate in over four years, but it was the first that my mom hosted herself…and quite successfully I might add–we didn’t even have to dig in to the back-up frozen pizzas, which we had just in case the turkey was a no-go. My dad was the master turkey briner/roaster/carver, I was in charge of the squash/salads and my mom did an excellent job of preparing some FoodNetwork-worthy appetizers which we inhaled during the Packer game…aka pre-meal. Speaking of Packers….can you believe they are 11-0?! How totally amazeballs is that? Overall it was great day, not just because of the delicious stretchy-pants-testing food or the big Detroit defeat by the Packers…no. It was great because of who I was able to spend it with and the memories that were made. Isn’t that was Thanksgiving is really all about?


  • Suicide Shopping and Santa Clause

Every year, my mom and I have a tradition of going through the phone-book sized ads that come in the newspaper Thanksgiving day, mapping out and planning our shopping excursion based on location, item and price and then getting up in the wee hours of Black Friday (around 3 AM) to brave the stores along with thousands of other crazy shoppers. This year however, we needn’t have to wait until 3 AM the next day because most stores opened up as early as 10 PM Thanksgiving night! How crazy is that? I mean I am all for a deal when it comes to shopping for Christmas gifts, but really? Shouldn’t people be allowed at least one day to spend with their families? Money is just money after all. If they keep going at the rate they are, the big honchos who own and operate all of these stores will have them be open all day, paying no recognition at all to holidays or the significance that they hold. Oh well, whatcha gonna do I guess.

As most of you know, I have a slight addiction to DVD’s. I’m a DVD whore, plain and simple. I can’t not walk into an FYI, Wal-Mart or Target without walking out with one (or three) movies or TV shows on DVD. Jimmy Choo shoes are to Carrie Bradshaw what movies are to me…I gots to have me some…and not just some…tons. Upon hearing that Wal-Mart and Target had unbelievable DVD sales (I’m talking $2 DVD’s here!) Thanksgiving night, I knew where I was headed. After a quick post-dinner nap, I headed on out to brave the lines and hoards and hoards of people already awaiting the 10 o’clock hour at Wal-Mart. Now I have been Black Friday shopping many times before and have been in some crazy crowds, but never, ever, like this. Upon first stepping through the store’s doors, I knew it was going to be one interesting night. There were people EVERYWHERE! And I mean everywhere. You couldn’t walk two steps without bumping into someone’s cart or leg or accidentally stepping on their toes. I made my way to where the DVD’s where being held and waited with the many others who were after the same thing I was until 10 PM when the deals would officially start. Waiting in line was like waiting for the gun to go off at a race…the anticipation was brutal; the crowd stood hungrily eying the movies that they wanted, ready to pounce on them at the stroke of 10. Once it was time, the animals were let out of the cage so to speak; the people around me rushed forward, grabbing armfuls and armfuls of DVD’s (and I am pretty sure my hair and jacket multiple times along the way), not even caring what they were. It. Was. Nuts. At one point, I bent over to get a copy of Glee for my mom when all of a sudden a crazy old lady in pajamas pushed me from behind, sending me flying to the ground. She got my Glee, and gave me a gnarly bruise instead. In the words of Stephanie Tanner…”How rude.” I got what I had wanted for the most part, walking away with over 17 movies and TV shows and saving over $60 in the process but goodness…it was quite the shopping experience. That following day, I went out with my mom around 1 PM, the chaos mostly over with, to see if we could score any more deals. Most of the things were long gone by the time we got there but we did run into this guy…

Elfs smelfs...Kris Kringle gets all of his toys at Wally World!

  • The Doggy Blues

Did you know that dogs can be clinically depressed? I didn’t know either but apparently they can. My pup Thunder has had a problem of biting and scratching his paws and legs for some time now, almost to the point of scaring. we thought that he could have allergies, possibly to his food, that would cause him to itch, scratch and break-out the way that he has been, but we took him into the vet last Saturday and found out that he has high anxiety, especially when he is away from his owners, faces a great change or shift in his routine or is left on his own….poor guy. He was prescribed some antidepressants (five pills a day which we have to sneak into a heavily buttered piece of bread to get him to take and even sometimes, we end up just covering in butter…Thunder is the only dog I know who could eat sticks of butter like they were a dog biscuit. He may end up weighing 200 lbs. the next time we take him to the vet but he will be happy!) which will hopefully help him out. For a treat, we gave him an early Christmas present and he LOVES it!

  • Blind Date

Oh goodness…I am going on a date tomorrow night. Me. On  date? That hasn’t happened in eons it seems like so it’s fair to say I might be a little rusty. Man oh man…what do I wear? How should I fix my hair? Nails painted or not? Totally going to have to remind myself not to burp out loud until at least the third date. It’s kind of nice to be in that fun and flirty stage of a possible new relationship, or at the very least, a friendship. I am always down for meeting new people and making new friends, and if something beyond that were to happen, I would definitely be okay with that too. Wish me luck!

I guess that pretty much catches you all up. I hope you all had a fantastic holiday and are having a great end to your humpday!

Until next time…


Case of the Cookie-Napper

Nancy Drew.

Sherlock Holmes.


Bond. James Bond.


All of these people have one thing in common: they were some of best and hand-dandiest spys and detectives around, fictionalized, yes, but still masters of their craft. I have always been a big fan of mystery, of finding and putting together pieces of a puzzle to solve a given problem or answer an unyielding question. As a little girl, I would pour through book after book, going on adventures and solving mysteries with the likes of The Boxcar Children, Encyclopedia Brown, and my favorite…Scooby (Dooby)Doo. Some of my fondest memories growing up were sitting with my Grandma Hansen, all snuggled up together in her big blue chair, eating giant malted milk balls and watching reruns of Murder She wrote and The X-Files (you’ve got to hand it to Angela Landsbury…she was one hot momma in her prime and knew how to crack a case).

Secretly, I have always envisioned myself among this list of famous spys, even though my attributes only amount to a few cases of finding a “lost” car in the parking lot of the mall (So embarrassing! And don’t pretend that this hasn’t happened to you on one or more occasions. The important thing to remember here to act cool and pretend to know where you parked, even though you have absolutely no idea), retracing my steps to find out that my sunglasses were on my head the whole time and not back at the store where I thought I had left them (in the words of Homer Simpson, “Dogh!”) and winning game after game of Clue (it was Professor Plum in the library with the wrench). There is something so glamorous about fancying yourself a spy, a no-holds-bar, kick butt and take no-names detective.

This past weekend, I was able to put my inner Nancy Drew to the test. I give you….the Case of the Cookie Napper.

It was a rainy and cold Friday afternoon. The sky was gray, the wind was strong and the trees were losing what few leaves they had remaining on their branches. A perfect day to stay inside and get all warm and comfy-cozy. I was just sitting down to indulge in a little trashy TV therapy (Real Housewives of Beverly Hills…don’t judge) when I noticed it was getting a bit chilly in my apartment. I went over to turn on the heat for, gasp, the first time since there was still snow on the ground last March (ack…I can already feel winter slowly creeping in) but when I got to the thermostat on the wall, which did indeed read a brisk 63 degrees, and tried to turn the heat on, it didn’t work. I attempted to switch, jiggle and manuever the ‘stat in every which way, but I unfortunately still had no luck. Ugh. Time to put in a call to the apartment handy-man.

Let me give you a little background first on one Mister Steve Jones, aka Timer Ridge Apartment’s resident maintainance man, aka prime suspect number uno. I have never actually met Mr. Jones in person but have spoken to, and have been a customer of his services, on a couple of occasions in the past year or so since moving here. He fixed a broken window I had in my living room, gave me back my hot water (after a grueling week and half of cold showers–never have I ever got scrub-a-dub-dubbed so fast in my life!), and repaired my air conditioner (precisely two weeks after the hottest period in Wisconsin’s summer). He wasn’t always the fastest (I always ended up waiting a heck of a lot longer to be helped than what he originally said) or cleanest (there was always a trail of dirt or dust whenever he went, not to mention the massive dumping of clothes, my clothes, all over my room when he came in to fix the air conditioner–it literally looked like a tornado had come into my place and had a party) handy man to have walked these apartments, but he got the job done and for that, I am thankful.

Getting back to my story. I put in a call to Steve and was told he would be out in an hour or so, that it would be “no problemo”. Since I had some errands to run, I decided to head on out, do my Wal-Marting,possibly pick up some dinner, and by the time I got back, would have (hopefully) a nice warm place to come home to. After an always eventful trip to Wally World and a very delicious pit stop at Panera for some soup and sammy action, I returned home and was instantly greeted by a rush a warm air upon entering my place. Nice. Once again, thank you Mr. Jones. However, I would come to find that that gratitude would soon suffer a bit. I put my things down and walked into my room when I immediately noticed my clothes once again were scattered about my room, the contents of my closet spewing out on the floor and bed. The heating and air conditioning unit is located in my closet so in order to get to it, apparently Steve had to move a few things around (not that I have very many things to move around in there…Carry Bradshaw I am not). I understand that he had to do that but to not tidy up, even in the slightest, was a bit unnerving. That however wasn’t what had shocked me the most. No sirry Bob. What happened next will make you shudder, make you cringe, make you pull a Tom Cruise and yell fantastical things while jumping up and down on your couch.

I looked over on my dresser where I had placed a plastic baggy of Packer cookies the day before. I ran across them at the grocery store and couldn’t resist. I mean, how cute are they?! Sugar cookies, frosting, and Packer-themed?! A.Maz.Ing.

I had hit the cookies hard the night before but had placed the remaining few I had in a Ziploc to keep them fresh and to carry around and nosh on while out and about. I distinctly remember having 5, count ’em 5, cookies left. 5 cookies  in the bag. On my dresser. Just waiting for me (or someone) to gobble them up and polish them off. That Friday night upon returning to my now heat-filled-clothes-everywhere-I-turned-room, I found the Ziploc bag, I found the cookies, but there were only 3, 3 cookies in the bag with a side of crumbs on my dresser to go with it. Someone (or something, but unless my spider roommates decided to cave into their sweettooths, I am going with the former). Ate. My. Cookies.

Cracking into my detective skills, I layed out all of the information I had, the clues and information presented to me, and the inferences that I had made based on what I  knew.

Crime Scene: My bedroom

Clues: Steve (Suspect number 1) was the only one to enter said room (besides me) between the hours of 6-8 on the evening of friday, October 28. Reason for entering said room: Repair heater. 5 cookies were placed in a air-tight and sealed Ziploc bag (you know the bag is closed when the zipper turns purple). Upon returning to the scene of the crime, only 3 cookies, the football, the helmet and the 52 jersey remained, Ziploc bag no longer air tight (zipper was a sad shade of pink).

Evidence: There seemed to be a trail of dirt going from the entrance door of my apartment through the living room down the hall and leading into my room, clearly indicating there was another person in the premises (by the size of the dirt molecules and rough sketch of the footwear outline, I would say the suspect at the time was wearing a man’s size 10 tennis shoe, Nike Shox to be exact). Said dirt was seen at the base of my dresser drawer where the cookies sat, perched above. Cookie crumbs lay scattered on my dresser, near the half-open bag containing not 5 but 3 cookies.

Verdict: I find one Mr. Steve Jones guilty on 2 counts of cookie-naping, one count for each cookie that was taken from their rightful home (my belly). Case closed.

I really think I could give Nancy a run for her money…Hansen. Wendi Hansen. I kind of like the sound of that. After tidying my room up once again, I took what cookies remained and sent them off on a final farewell, but not before giving them a chance to go swimming in a nice cold glass of milk. I guess losing two very sweet cookie comrades was just a small price to pay for a nice and warm home…but from now on, I am keeping all cookies (and other sweet treats) in safe keeping. Yeah that’s right…I’ve got my eye on you Mr. Jones. No cookies for you!


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