I have a deal with the woman who sits next to me at work. If I die midway through the shift, she has solemnly vowed to finish my section. This way my dying thought won’t be “Uh oh, what will become of Page 4,” but rather “oh, man, I wish I hadn’t worn my pink thong to work today.”
Today she was looking a little nervous that she might have to do it.
My page hinged on a Sarah Palin speech I was assured would happen. It didn’t. My backup was weather I was assured would happen. It didn’t. I was fairly certain my section would burst into flames. It did.
But, as it always does, the paper came out (somewhere 400 miles from here) and I dragged myself home. It was a bad day.
That’s when I saw it. A magical package had arrived in the mail this afternoon. Mo had been watching over it since.
Our favorite superheroes, Super Slake and Mohawk Boy, sent us Round 2 of the fabulous Loopsterfest Cookies!!! Sort of odd. They came in a huge tub, but there were only three cookies. Mo shrugged and said they must have needed a lot of room to breathe during the trip.
They also sent an emergency chocolate wrapper!!! I’m not sure why you would need an emergency chocolate wrapper, but Mo assures me it’s very useful.
And Hello Kitty Jelly Bellys!!! Which apparently were the only thing the Magic Weasels didn’t polish off before I got home.
A magnificently crappy day ended as a pretty great one. Mo didn’t even make me share my three cookies, explaining that she is trying to cut back.
I guess these days it’s impossible for a superhero to save the world. Good to know they can still save a runner in need. One cookie at a time …