C = Cookie
Well, I was just going to do a post about my Christmas Cookies and share a recipe for those and the frosting and for good measure throw in my coleslaw recipe.
But, because I am totally and completely obsessed and everything–And I do mean EVERYTHING–has become an A2Z post, my family has gotten used to my random shouts of, “Oh, that would be great for S” or “What in the name of hell am I going to do for G?”
So tonight when I shouted, “Oh shit, I have to do my blog post for my coleslaw and Christmas cookies,” my daughter said, “That is way too boring Mom, do ‘C is for Cookie and discuss what cookie is for our family.'”
Once this concept was put into my brain, there was no way I could go forward with my planned post for my recipes. Consequently, we are going to discuss how our family calls a vagina a Cookie. Yep, you heard me. I am sure you are hoping that my finger slipped off the keys and my head hit the keyboard, but nope. I typed it correctly. In my house and family, Cookie=Vagina.
I have not a clue when it started or who started it. We have called it a cookie since I was a child. My husband was mortified when he met my family and somewhere during the first couple months of dating reference was made to “cookie” in this inappropriate manner.
I tried diligently to train my daughter to use the professional/medical terminology, but when Grandma and Great Grandma and Aunts and Uncles and Cousins call it a Cookie, well it becomes the preferred term.
I remember my daughter proudly explaining to the pediatrician that “I don’t call it a vee-gina (her cute, appropriate wording), I call it a cookie!” Yeah, try explaining that to the doctor without turning red.
There have been numerous occasions where we are in public and someone will say, “Don’t you love cookies with sprinkles?” or “Let’s eat those wonderful cookies dipped in chocolate!” or “Do you want to take some cookies home?” or “Would you like a cookie?” My husband and I will look at each other and stifle our laughter. Even when the kids were little, they would laugh behind their hands, running out of the room.
And when your husband starts winking at you and singing with Cookie Monster “C is for Cookie, that’s good enough for me, C is for Cookie……Oh Cookie, Cookie, Cookie starts with C,” it really doesn’t have the effect he is hoping for. Just sayin’.
So now that my family tradition has probably ruined a perfectly sweet Sesame Street song for you, let me formally apologize and state for the record that misery does love company.
OMG I love that! I'm so taking that with me. LOL C is for Cookie, that's good enough for me… Definitely puts a new spin on the Cookie monster *weg*
Loved it, Megan!
Yeah, it's a spin all right!!
I won't say you have ruined the song for me, but I might listen to it differently from now on.
Lol, PK! Sorry I think I will ruin it for a lot of people today!!
Ha. That's brilliant. C is also for cookie on my blog today but over there a cookie is just a cookie. 😉
As it should be. Lol
hilarious!!!
now I'm thinking about all the cool slips:
don't leave your cookies in the car, or they might melt.
Better wrap up those cookies before you go out to play in the snow!
None for me, thank you, I only eat gluten free.
🙂
great post!
you made my day!
Yeah it kind of ruins any phrase with cookies…I don't like my cookies soggy or do you like chewy cookies? Yeah, welcome to my world!
You my dear are naughty!
That's what you love about me, remember??!!
LOL, perfect.
Never,ever am I going to hear that word again without having to stifle a giggle!
I know. And for that, I apologize!! Would a cookie make you feel better? Lol
Love this! Perfection Megan!
Oh my goodness. That is so funny and just a little twisted. 🙂
What Celeste said! LOL!
That is awesome. I think about cookies all the time and could only imagine what my husband would say about your cookie post. He would probably start using it around here
DO IT! DO IT!! LOL As I said, my goal was to NOT be the only person who can't bring up cookies.
OK, this has to be a first for me! Never have I heard it referred to as a "cookie" before! And to grow up with Cookie Monster singing about it. I can't go there!
Yeah, I think there are many in my family that are scarred from this. LOL
LOL!!!! I will never look at cookies the same way again!
And for that, I apologize. LOL