In Kansas City we bought snacks to carry around on our adventures, chasing holes in the clouds to try to find holes in the sky. (I really will get around to telling all those stories and downloading the video and pictures, but I’m still totally slammed trying to get caught up at the office and at the hangar, and trying to get ready for tomorrow’s “special event,” and there are only so many hours in the day…) Not all of those snacks got eaten. Since we had excess capacity in our baggage allowance (thanks, Southwest Airlines!!) many of the non-perishable snacks got brought home with us for use here.
Today I checked on one of them, a package of Oreo cookies.
It was horrible.
They had been badly smashed and broken. Those poor cookies had been sitting there like that for days, crying, screaming, suffering.
I put them out of their misery.
Every single one of them.
Every loose dollop of creamy frosting.
It was the only merciful thing to do.
You would have done the same.
You know you would have.
And you would probably feel just as bad about it right now as I do.
If you know what I mean.