peanut butter cookies

Last night I discovered something awesome. Unlike Lied Art Center, Hitchcock does not kick you out of the building at midnight. Which means I could conceivably sleep over in Hitchcock. Now, that would be strange and disturbing, but isn’t it fun to know that I could do it if I wanted?

However, the most important part of this story is the cookies. Someone, probably from the Creightonian left some peanut butter/chocolate kiss cookies on the table with a note that said “Eat me.” So of course, I ate one. And it was tasty.

But this morning I remembered the salmonella outbreak in peanut butter! (update)

So…if I die in the near future…I blame that cookie.