I see you looking at my cookies,' my father said to Morelli. 'Don't even think about it. Go get your own cookies..
I looked at the canine companion. “Me cookies. You stay..
The day I saw my mom eating the Santa cookies on the plate was one of the most horrific days of my life..
Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie..
I found out when I did the Oprah Winfrey show that there was a cookie jar of me. So she gave it to me. I had no idea prior to that that it even exist….
Girls Scouts taught me to succeed (cookie selling) and to fail (knot tying) and to learn and benefit from both..
I’d still be nice to you if you were ugly.” “Okay.” A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, “I just wouldn’t o….
I'm beginning to think cookies is a code word for something else." "Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as he took a confident step back, forcing….
She smells better," Claire said. "And she made me cookies..