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Just refreshing an old post since it was knocked off with the new layout----
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Here's what I think - too much of a good thing - totally true.

You know how you eat too much ice cream and then you don't want to even smell ice cream for a long while? Wait. Bad analogy. Who could ever tire of ice cream?

Okay. Try this one. You know how you just love this song and then you download it and... uh... I mean you uh... you go to the store and buy the entire album paying full price and -

Forget it. Here's the deal. My brother visited and left frozen cookie dough in my freezer. I saw it today when I was fishing around for a snack. I ate it. I ate it all. I think I'm gonna be sick off of chocolate chip cookie dough. I don't ever EVER want to see frozen cookie dough again in my entire life. Period. No cookie dough.

And no, Mom, I won't get worms. A bunch of other kids and I were talking in high school and by then we had the smarts to figure out that it just isn't possible to get worms from eating cookie dough. I mean, perhaps if you mixed it with the same spoon you scooped the cat box with... but urgh. Bad thoughts.

At first, I was bouncing. Sugar high. Chocolate high. Possibly a combination of both. I couldn't sit still. I started cleaning the apartment. Then I was dancing to the radio... poor squirrels outside my window were subjected to an awful scene.

After the craziness wore off, I felt like someone placed a ton of bricks on my ankles. I couldn't move. I laid down on the couch. Shortly thereafter, I rolled to the floor gripping my stomach. I thought I might die right there... and I couldn't remember if I had on clean drawers.

Somebody ought to put a warning label on that stuff. Surgeon General says too much cookie dough may result in varied states of anxiety, depression, and, if consumed in high quantities, death.

Now, if you're the kind of person that reads something and looks for a message, a lesson, an insight... go pickup the NY Times or even a Reader's Digest. This is just me ranting about the dangers of cookie dough.

Wait. Perhaps there is a message. A message to my brother. Take your stinking cookie dough with you next time!