... it's what's for dinner

Yesterday I went into work for what I thought was going to be a nice, short, four-hour-or-so day. I wasn't hungry before I went in, and figured since it was a nice, short, four-hour-or-so day I didn't need to eat to prevent hunger.

Can you see what's coming here?

Yeah. Miscommunication meant I was there for eight hours, not four. By hour six, I had a headache and was feeling a little jittery.

And there were these dog cookies.

I would like to say I mean cookies shaped like dogs.

I don't.

In my defense, it was 100% organic, vegetarian, mostly rolled oats with some apples and coconut, sweetened with honey, brown sugar and with yogurt icing.

Dammit, I ate a dog treat, and if I had to, I'd do it again.

You have to admit it - if this is what stood between you and certain death (or at least certain crankiness) you'd probably give in, too.

It was actually pretty good.