@linguaphile ”...bake cookie to give away…”
Upon returning home this evening, I found a prim clad box of home baked decorating my doorstep. “Oh!” says I, before the dolt within me opened the card bearing the names of my neighbors including Lilly their dog. Lust suggested they would never notice a single missing morsel. But tempting as it was to defrock the package, guilt directed my footfalls towards the neighbors empty porch.
“These were left at my doorstep by mistake. I believe they are for you”…
The newlyweds gazed at me oddly, then at themselves, and back to me with a smile…
“No silly… those are for you, from us… and Lilly”
I felt like such a Grinch… But a thankful one.
Good plan with the home baked “give aways” @linguaphile. A true gift from the giving heart and hands.