I thank God for little favors

 My wife loves to bake cookies.  Our house was beginning to resemble the Keebler bakery.  I kept asking her to move the cookies to our garage since I have difficulty going in there.  Finally, yesterday she did it.  I'm most thankful because she took brownies that were in our Fridge and put them in the garage.  Heck, it's colder in the garage than in the fridge.

I'll admit that the "naughty" side of me misses the constant temptation.  But, I am really grateful that I don't have to face that every day.  I know I'll probably have to put up with the aromas as she bakes some more.  What a tough life I live.

Know what you mean.  For some reason, the actual "cooking" smells make me a little nauseous, but after they're baked - whole different story.  I wonder if I'm actually smelling the sugar while they are baking... 

So far, my wife's been great about baking while I'm not home and getting things wrapped and sent out before I get back...  She's extremely supportive.