There was a drive by in my neighborhood last night.
I swear, it was one of the most random things that has ever happened to me.
I was cooking dinner, and the doorbell rang three times. By the time I made it to the door, I heard a car door slamming, and saw a white SUV driving off in a hurry.
Then I looked down, where there was a container of frozen cookie dough on our doormat.
No note, just cookie dough.
Perhaps it was the Cookie Monster’s version of a drive by?
To make the situation stranger, the cookie dough container wasn’t sealed, and in fact, looked as if it had been opened and someone didn’t replace the lid all the way.
As much as I love cookie dough and cookies, JB and I conferred that the best thing to do with this cookie dough was throw it in the trash, because, well, you never know.
I just hope some poor Girl Scout doesn’t come knocking on my door asking for her cookie dough back because she delivered it to the wrong house.