
I decorated cookies last weekend for a graduation party from Maine-Endwell (M-E) high school.

Jeff looked at the trays and asked, "So, these are for a 10-year-old's party?"

Which made me a little bit ticked off, because I've been talking about this cookie order for two weeks and Hey! Don't you listen when I talk? Also a little bit perplexed, as some of the cookies said "2010".
But mostly amused, as some of the cookies said "M-E", and picturing a hyperactive ten-year old running around in a birthday hat, shouting "ME! ME! ME!" Awesome.