was to leave right after I got home. My wife is perpetually late to almost everything and she struggles to understand why she’s always late. Anyway, I walk through the door in a bit of hurry so we can leave on time when to my surprise my wife is in the kitchen baking cookies to take on the plane. What???

Fortunately traffic was light as was security, so we were fine but as we’re walking through the airport she pulls out these cookies that were all crushed and broken and says, “Anyone want these? I don’t want to carry these around all night.”