True Story

Publix sugar cookies are the most amazing thing you will ever put in your mouth.

Plain and simple.

I've been living without Publix and it's blessed sugar cookies for 3 years now. I was ELATED at the chance to indulge in their goodness and picked up the biggest pack I could find in the bakery on my first trip since being back home. SCORE!

I ate one cookie the day after I bought them.

Then we decided to eat some more the next day.

I bring my happy @$$ over to the couch and Romeo and I bust open the container and dive right in as we enjoy the dark and the Red Sox game.

Chomp chomp. Yum Yum.

Romeo's eaten about half the cookie at this point. I've eaten a few bites.

Me: "I'm tripping out or something because I SWEAR something is crawling on me."

Romeo: "Calm down Shannon! Nothing is crawling on you."

Me to myself: "OMFG. What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling tiny things CRAWLING on me? Piper doesn't have fleas, so WTH is going on?"

I jump off the couch run to the kitchen...

Yeah. We just ate like half a colony of ants and didn't realize it.

I'm gagging, swatting, freaking out, throwing cookies outside, and doing everything I can to prevent myself from yacking Publix sugar cookie goodness all over the living room floor.

Oh my gosh...we just ate ants.

Pest control was called this morning.

True story.