BFly in the house! I welcome myself to the blogger world. I'm a funny mother fucker, so please enjoy my wit and humor. Please do not take yourself, life or, another human to seriously. We are all going to die, and it could be today, so smile beautiful souls and laugh at yourself and with each other. I love this journey we are on and I hope that each day you pop in and see what a Butterfly has to say. My Hi-jinks today are typical. I'm Getting wifey, you'll meet wifey later, her Starbucks. Venti. hot, peppermint mocha, no fat -no whip. Gotta keep a girl fit! I decide to indulge, forgetting that the oatmeal raisin cookie, may favorite cookie, taste like shit from there. I get my cookie, its cold. I set it in on the dashboard in the sun, perfect! Warm cookie soon in the desert sun! Fabulous!! I make a sharp right hand turn, the light is yellow, maybe slightly red, I make that turn and my warming cookie flies to the right, not only flies, but pops out of the bag. Now, if you know me you know my car is dusty. Petunia, she doesn't care if shes dirty or not, well this cookie, this little sweet treat is now taunting me. I NEVER make all green lights, I do. I finally turn left and I think if I can swerve hard to the left, I'm going to get that deliciousness back in my hands, it doesn't happen. The cookie doesn't move, not sure if its the dust holding it in place, is the density of this particular cookie, no movement! Whats happening with this cookie, so I finally pull into the garage and I'm a laughing and a little embarrassed. I think I should keep this to myself, but its too funny not to share. I unbuckle and reach over and examine the cookie, it doesn't look dusty, so I take a long awaited bite with an expectation of yummy times in my mouth, with almost immediate disappointment,my face frowns, its not like the oatmeal raisin cookies my sister makes or anyone for that matter. I take 4 more bites to to make SURE I don't like this cookie. I get out of my car and I have to go to the other side of the car and get in the seat to reach the bag the cookie came in. Its become a production, a comedy of cookie errors. There are crumbs on the dashboard and I figure a spider may eat them , so I go in the house and give Prada the pissing Chihuahua, a bite. He loves it! I'done now.