Monday, January 29, 2007

This is a story about heroes

Last night while reading in bed, I developed a hankering for sweets: specifically, cookies or cake. Almost enough to get out of bed and make something.

So I said, "Steve, I really want some cake. Or a cookie. Almost enough to get out of bed and make something." Then I added, "Why don't you call the Fattalehs and ask them if they have any cookies at their house."

In very uncharacteristic fashion, my husband picked up his phone and asked, "What's the number?" I told him and he dialed something else and got the wrong number, and then I told him again and he dialed right the second time. He then got David on the phone and asked if they had anything sweet that we could come get because I felt like eating something sweet. Jami the hero always has delicious offerings at her house that she has made and that she is willing to magnanimously share with others, so David the hero said, "We do! We have brownies and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. We'll make you a plate right now." So Stephen the hero who was wearing pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt put on some slippers and got in the car and drove to pick me up a plate of delicious offerings. He brought them home and I meant to take a picture of him in his pajamas coming in the door with a plate full of cookies for me, but, alas, I'm not very good with the photographic documentation of life, so I didn't. Then I proceeded to eat four (4!) of Jami's fabuloso oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, in blatant violation of my No Eating After Nine policy. They hit the spot, bigtime.

And so I honor the heroes in my life who made this special occurrence possible. Steve, you are seriously the best husband. Jami and David, you rock and I'm going to the kitchen right now to make cookies for you to replenish your supply. Mwah!

18 comments:

abby said...

Steve is awesome. Seriously. (Did your friends think that was a little weird?)

Emily said...

I don't know. Jami?

amye said...

That's a serious dream come true!

Courtney said...

I want a friend I can call at 10pm for baked goods.

Neil and Diana said...
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n said...

you told me to interrupt whenever this happened:

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/page/news/Police_to_Reunite_for_Arresting_Grammys_Performanc#40818

Nancy said...

Are you pregnant? Last night I had a hankering for a cheeseburger, french fries and a diet coke and Travis wouldn't go anywhere. It was Sunday. Anyway, way to go Steve. P.S. on a sad note I gave in and got my kids happy meals today and I had a cheeseburger, no I'm not pregnant, just breaking my diet.

n said...

..this

Emily said...

Mom and Courtney, Jami and David really are a dream.

Neil, thank you for the awesome news. Did I really once say, "Interrupt me if the Police ever reunite?" You have better recall of our conversations than do I, but that sounds weird. When I write my childhood memoir, I am coming to you for all the details of my life.

Nancy, yes, I'm pregnant! I'm due in 6 months. And I have an incurable sugar addiction. (Only one of these statements is true.)

pepper said...

I think we should live closer.

Neil and Diana said...

Steve is valiant and your neighbors are like out of a farm fairytale, like where they milk goats and wear big aprons and run the village bakery. I like that story.

sarah said...

what a great friend.

Jami said...
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Jami said...

Emily....
We made your blog! How exciting. I want you to know it was the ULTIMATE compliment to me that you thought of us at 9pm on a Sunday for a sugar fix.

Thank you for the new supply of cookies. I believe they were on my island for about 15 minutes before they were gone.

Side note... not weird at all that Steve came over late night in a disheveled outfit, my respect for him has grown infinitely.

Suzie Petunia said...

I love this story! I understand it so well. T would do the same for me and it makes me love him so much! What good friends you have.

AmyJune said...

I thought you went on some no sugar life change thing. I'm glad you eat sugar again. LIfe is too short not to.

amye said...

Emily, Leslie is hooked on your blogs. You are pretty much the serial blog queen. She eats her lunch reading your latest blog every day, and if there isn't one, she's sad.

lys said...

Okay, and you tried to say that I was pregnant. You have more prego symptoms than I do!