Sweetie

Last weekend I went to a cookie exchange. It was a total "woman" thing, but I did get some help from my sweet husband. While I was slaving over the hot oven, I was wondering aloud how I was going to get these 24 cookies to the church without having to worry about my container. He offered to make me a disposable tray out of some cardboard covered with foil. Sounded great to me. I baked and he went to work.
He cut a large square...sliced the corners at an angle...folded them up to make sides...covered the sides with black electrical tape...covered the whole thing with foil, more tape, and more foil...and voila! He set it on the counter, and that's when I realized how BIG it was.
Not that I should be surprised. My husband is a big man who does things in a big way. When our old microwave went out, he bought the biggest, most powerful one they had in the store to replace it. The salesman assured me I could cook a turkey in it. I'm not sure why I'd want to...but I can. And when the dogs chewed up our latest FedEx delivery, my MAN built a box for the delivery man to leave future packages in, and set it right by the front door. This handy box is roomy enough for the FedEx man himself to get in. Maybe he could jump out with our package in his hands...like a lady jumping out of a cake. I'm sure I'll be thankful if we ever have a couch delivered and we aren't home to bring it in.
Anyway, when I asked him why the hand-crafted tray was so large, he replied that he didn't like for his cookies to be stacked and he's sure other people feel the same way. So I lay my cookies in the box...single layered...and with room to jostle without touching each other...and headed to my event.
As I wrestled my box of goodies into the building, my friends exclaimed, "My! How many did you make? I thought we were only supposed to bring 2 dozen."
I explained.
I sat the tray on the table among the dainty china and sophisticated silver and went into the other room with everyone else to enjoy some singing. When we came back in to share the cookies, I noticed that my cookies had been placed on a plate and my big box was no where to be seen. Probably some other jealous lady had swiped it.
But that's okay. Not everyone has a sweet husband at home. So I'll gladly share. The box. Not the husband. That big sugar daddy is all mine!