[T]HIS IS A TALE of two treats.
It’s not long, because I wrote some of it in the last 10 minutes of my lunch.
I bought myself two treats, which happened to be in my truck with me during my break.
One is a pack of McDonald’s chocolate chip cookies, which I’ve discovered are especially great when they’re warm.
McDonald’s must try to sell them three to a pack, because I ordered two and they asked if I wanted another one.
Since I bought them to celebrate the end of a long work week, and a negative coronavirus test (which I took for precautionary reasons, not because I was sick), I got three.
I’ll pay for all of them tomorrow when I weigh, but diets are meant to be broken.
The cookies were hot enough the chocolate melted fast, and I had to be careful not to ruin the other treat in my passenger’s seat.
I bought “Starry Night.”
My friend’s daughter painted her take on Vincent van Gogh’s classic, and it turned out great.
I hope she paints again soon. I might be in the market for another treat.
This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is “treat.”