The cookies on the bus go ...

… bumpily bump, bumpily bump, bumpily bump
The cookies on the bus go bumpily bump
All the way to Fort Worth

The me in Houston would have been going
panic, panic, panic
panic, panic, panic
panic, panic, panic
The me in Houston would have been going
panic, panic, panic
All through the night

The friend picking them up goes
"please don't be broken, please don't be broken, please don't be broken"
The friend picking them up goes "please don't be broken"
All the way to the Greyhound Station

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TRUE story.

Not even joking.

Well, maybe the singing the song part isn't exactly true.  But the cookies, the Greyhound, and the praying friend?  All true.  And had I known, the panic part would have DEFINITELY been true!

This was the phone call I received this morning:
Lindsey: HI!  Good Morning.  What are you up to?
Me: Sitting on the couch in my pajamas while Riley watches TV.  What are you doing?  (and I didn't say it out loud, but I was thinking … um, Lindsey, why are you calling to ask how my morning is at 8am?  We never call each other in the morning to chit chat.  We email all sorts of silly things at night or we email to make a plan for a play date or a babysitting swap or dinner plans.  But, we don't call on Friday morning at 8am for no reason.  There HAS to be a reason.  And …. there was …..)
Lindsey:  Want to hear a funny story? (see!  I told you there was a reason)
Me: Sure
Lindsey: Okay, but before I start, just know that everything turns out perfectly fine in the end.  Okay?
Me: Ok.
Lindsey: (I will paraphrase here and spare you every teeny tiny detail …. basically there was a bit of a mix up on dates and Lindsey thought she was delivering the cookies to Debby for a Saturday bridal shower, but it was actually a Friday afternoon bridesmaids' luncheon.  Whoooops!!!!  Charlie was here in Houston with the cookies ready to drive them up today.  But he got a call from Lindsey to get the cookies to FedEx ASAP last night.  They missed the last pick up time, so Greyhound it was.  He packed them lovingly and off they went.  And nobody told me any of it!  Until this phone call, of course!)

I was sent some photos chronicling the pick up at Greyhound and proving that there were no broken cookies for the afternoon.  Phew!

So glad I didn't know any of this was going on.  This way I just get to the part of the story where I get to laugh about it without having to endure any of the stressful part.

I kind of wondered why Charlie and Lindsey both didn't reply to my other emails last night or earlier this morning ;) Next time they are MIA on email I will KNOW something is up.  Be warned, you two!