"Hi. My name is Dan. I am addicted to Lofthouse Frosted Sugar Cookies."
Yesterday I bought some cookies from the store as a treat for the girls for behaving exceptionally well while their mom was out of town. I consider it bribery after the fact. It's the least I could do, right?
When Mary came home today she saw only one cookie left. She took a bite and said "I cannot resist these cookies. They are like crack to me."
So I went back to the store and bought another batch. I ate one while one the way home. We only live four blocks from the store. I think Mary is right. If crack came in cookie form, Lofthouse would my dealer.