Thank you for your kindness at the blood bank. More importantly, thank you for stuffing me full of chocolate chip cookies (even if they were from the store) and milk after they shoved a frickin' huge needle into a very sensitive place in my arm.

Apparently, most of the people at the Blood Bank do not care that I bruise easily, and refused to take blood from my left arm, even though I made it quite clear if the blood was taken from my right arm, I would have a permanent bruise and probably burst into tears.

Upon disappointing them in the tears department, they shoved the frickin' huge needle even deeper into my arm, which left me twitching in the chair for a solid ten minutes.

It was because of your love and cookies (would that be Cookie Love?) that I managed to escape without threatening to burn the building down.

Thanks ever so much little old man,

Porkchop


P.S. Little old men often like to hit on me, thanks for bypassing that option and just giving me another cookie.

P.S.S. I like cookies.

P.S.S.S. Allot.