Yarr! Gimme cookie!
What you cannot see here is that I, leg immobilized by my splint, was repeatedly hurling myself against the table to try to reach the barely-out-of-reach cookie sheet, as if I could reshape the table by will alone, and was attempting, when at rest, to employ Jedi mind tricks to levitate the cookie over to me.
I do not have l33t J3d1 p0w3rz. I do, however, have a very patient and helpful husband.
This was supposed to be an "I made you a cookie, but I eated it" picture. Jack, however, wanted to be involved, and he got me giggling. So here's dishevelled hair-air-drying, no-makeup 'song, giggling over a half-eaten cookie with her cat.
Y'all read me why again?
<--- queen dork