Thursday, October 16, 2008

Sandy Mandy Cookies

The other day I was discussing with my BFF Karina the Russian how certain smells can evoke memories, some painful, some pleasant. The specific one I was referring to was of course a painful memory. An old boyfriend of mine, who turned out to be a royal scumbag but started out as a prince (as they always do), used to make me coffee every morning while I was in the shower. He would bring me a mug, along with a small plate of my favorite cookies, Pecan Sandies. I bought a brand of coffee that must have been similar to what I was buying back then because when I brewed a pot last week it took me back.

Karina: What type of cookies? Sandy...Mandy...pecan-y cookies?

Me (laughing): Close enough.

Tuesday Karina called me up incredibly excited and told me I HAD to come over for breakfast because she had a surprise for me. Of course I would never say no to free food so I said I would be there but I would probably have to finish getting ready at her house. When I got there she told me to go finish putting my makeup on in her bathroom and she would bring it to me. You should have seen the huge smile on her face as she brought this in to me!
Of course I started to cry (I am seriously such a sap!). She told me not to cry cause she had more and bustled off to bring me this:
Then she squealed and said she forgot one more thing and ran off to the kitchen. She came back with this...to help keep me healthy.
When I got to work I discovered that she had also put 2 granola bars in my purse. Now if I learned anything from my PB&J experience, it's that the way to show a Russian how much you care, is with food. Today I learned that if you do, they will never stop showing their gratitude back.

Blogfully yours,
Summer

9 comments:

The Odd Duck said...

This just made me smile. It's always touching when your friends show they care (it's how I often show it).

I really needed to read this today after the crap I heard earlier. Thanks for sharing and for bringing back some of my optimism, Summer.

- Kendall

Sarah Bellum said...

The Russian sounds amazing! Can't wait to meet her.

Helmey said...

Did you take the roofie she gave you?

Im now BFF's with the Russian if you did...

Anonymous said...

So what have we learned today???
First! Life with out Russians... just incomplete!
Second! You don't need some frankingina to make you smile!Plus admit it.. the best memory about "that morning" are cookies not fuck head.. yes i just said fuck head!
Third! Take your vitamins.. aka roofie.. aka Happy pill every morning as a part of your complete breakfast!or you'll go kuukuu for coco puffs!
Love!
The Russian!
P.S. Honey you suck it,its not a joint!

Salt City Mistress said...

Awwww, I'm hoping Karina will be present at the Hallo-Fucking-Ween party, because I'm pretty sure I could convince her to move to Chicago and bring me coffee, cookies and roofies every morning!

blueeyedtawni said...

friends are awesome:D

kel said...

If she brings me cookies in the morning, will she hold my hair while I puke them up? Too many calories in the AM most certainly leads to a bulemic day. Kidding!

PAULO RIES said...

hello...i`m Paulo Ries...i not speak english but...
your blog is beauty... sorry... ok...
...i from brazil

Helmey said...

Teee the Russian even said it was a roofie…I’m awesome…

How about we get the Russian hooked up with this Paulo character right above this comment… I hear Brazil roofies are the best