My Secret Snack Hoard

I’ve been sneaking cookies from my office break room for years now. I always tell myself it’s just a few at a time, but somehow, every week there are less and less left over for everyone else. I feel bad about it sometimes, but the box of oatmeal raisin cookies is too tempting to resist. Every time someone brings in fresh baked goods, my stomach knots up with excitement thinking about how good they’ll taste, knowing full well that by mid-week they'll all be gone and only crumbs will remain.