Thread: Cookies

A very old man lay dying in his bed.
In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table.
The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."

Another good one.
Roy, I would like to make a children's book call...The Everlasting Story...What you charge me to make the title fancy?

Thanks

Tell me what you want and I will make it for no charge. I am not here to make money, just to enjoy it.

ROLF...good one royb. Nice way to start the morning.

LOL! Another good one!

Sounds like my luck......

(made me smile, nonetheless!)