What children need most are the essentials that grandparents provide in abundance. They give unconditional love, kindness, patience, humor, comfort, lessons in life. And, most importantly, cookies.
I've become a pretty tough cookie after having a divorce. I think that I've persevered through a lot of talk.
Happiness isn't a fortune in a cookie. It's deeper, wider, funnier, and more transporting than that.
In this scene, I'm talking about how much I don't like cookies. . . . I'm sayin', 'Listen, guys. Have you read the book? We're not supposed to be eating. '
A lot of the television industry is so cookie-cutter. In general, there are so many shows that are easy and bland to watch. You can tune in at any time and know exactly where you are in the story arc because it's pretty much the same every week.
I like cookies, any cookie you put in front of me - animal cookies, sugar cookies, anything crunchy.
When I was working a lot, I felt guilty as a parent. I couldn't pick up my son every day from school, bake him cookies and that kind of thing.
We knew we loved making cookies and every time we did, we made people happy. That was our business plan.
A lot of what is wrong with corporate America has to do with a culture filled with antibodies trained to expel anything different. HR departments often want cookie cutter employees, which inevitably results in cookie cutter solutions.
Any more questions?" I ask, poking him gently in the ribs. "Do you still love me any?" Eliot asks, putting his hand over mine. "A little. " "A little?" he asks, pulling away from me. "A lot. " "How much?" he asks. "More than chocolate chip cookies. " "Mmm" he says, kissing my shoulder. "More than walking on the beach. " Eliot kisses me on the neck. "More than. . . " I pause, turning to look at him. "More than?" he asks, kissing my lips. I turn toward him. "Anything.
Why are there not positive mysteries? It's always who stole the diamond, or who killed the butler? How about. . . who made cookies, somebody cleaned my room.
Warning: fortune cookies don't care what happens to you.
Well, but you can eat Grandma's cookies. They're not bad for you. They were made by Grandma. Grandma wouldn't hurt you.
The perfect date for me would be staying at home, making a big picnic in bed, eating Wotsits and cookies while watching cable TV.
I’d still be nice to you if you were ugly. ” “Okay. ” A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, “I just wouldn’t offer you any cookies.
We laughed the rest of the way, because the point of this story is, it is not the cookies. It is the love.
I love raw cookie dough, right out of the tube. The other thing I eat is marshmallow fluff.
You just never know when it might be cookie time. And, that is what the dogs have taught me.
I understand that coffee and cigarettes are cool, fashionable and all that. But agree the tea with cookies still taste better.
It may be the way the cookie crumbles on Madison Avenue, but in Hong Kong its the way the egg rolls.
