Today I was in line at The Cookie Company to get a cookie to take to my dad for after dinner. And I have to admit I did get a cookie for myself too. They have a cookie called the E.T. which is a chocolate cookie with peanut butter chips inside and it is something I crave but rarely eat.

So while I was in line waiting to get the cookies I had to fight the urge to de-pants the kid in front of me. I don’t consider myself old—though I’m definitely not 17, and it was the same way when I was a teenager but the way these guys dress today is incredibly annoying. I hate those hats that have flat bills—and they wear them sideways, and their stupid pants are falling off. I do sound like an old lady, but it’s true. I know I’m an adult but I still get the urge to tell them how goofy they look.

And then I got to the front of the line and I don’t know if I looked surprised but it appeared as if I had a runway model selling me cookies. You should have seen her. She was young enough that she didn’t realize how stunning she was, which just made her that much more disarming. You know how there are girls who wear too much makeup and over accessorize because they know they are pretty and think that makes them even more pretty?

She wasn’t like that at all.

Minimal makeup—because she didn’t need it, and of course the requisite Cookie Company t-shirt. Anyway, someday if I have another daughter, I hope she is like that. Young people don’t realize that just being young lends them a certain amount of beauty that doesn’t need to be covered up with a bunch of extra makeup and too-trendy fashion.

I usually only get a cookie there when I have the day to myself (which I did today) because every time I happen to be around my dear husband eating one of these E.T. cookies or Reese’s Pieces I feel compelled to hold up my pointer finger and say,

“Phone home…phone home…phone home...”

Until he touches pointer fingers with me. Yes I really do this. So I guess not getting cookies when I am with him is my little effort to be less weird and also to avoid consuming 500 calories in one cookie. Two birds, one stone.