Tomorrow my home will be invaded by about 2000 boxes of cookies (we’re dropping the other thousand off at girls’ homes). I could kick one of the children out of a bedroom for the next three weeks. I could put them on the table and floor in the kitchen area but then I would have a 2-year-old and a puppy eating the cookies. They could go in our bedroom but the wood stove would melt them. I think I’ll put a bunch in the back of the station wagon and turn my car into a cookie mobile. I could go wherever the traffic jams are and sell them out the car window. Maybe I should drive through construction areas at lunch time like a food vendor. Hmmm. . .