Saturday, we had some friends from out of town come visit and play games with us. I remembered earlier in the day that I was slated for bringing the monthy birthday treats for Young Women’s, and decided to buy a box of cookies from the grocery store while out picking up dinner since we were short on time. Rich had made some cookies for our company, and, instead of baking them all, saved about half of the cookie dough in the refrigerator.

As I was out picking up the pizzas for dinner, I ran to the grocery store, picked up the cookies, as well as some crackers for the Cougar Gold cheese we had for snacking during the evening, and some candy because I’m pregnant and it looked/sounded good. I walked out with one grocery bag that I thought had everything I’d purchased in it.

Our friends left at about midnight, and as Rich and I were getting things ready for church, I started hunting for the box of cookies I’d bought. They were nowhere to be found. NOWHERE. Rich checked the car twice, and I started really freaking out.