One very enthusiastic member of the group brought in two boxes of little black and white cookies, broken in half (the black and white still intact) and told everyone needing to marry off children to eat one half.
Never, ever tell me to eat 1/2 of a black and white cookie. It's can't be done. Yes, I have marriageable age children (all boys, sigh, not of which are "ready) but it's torture to eat 1/2 of a cookie, especially an ity-bity black and white.
Bad news: I broke my diet rule to exclude cake, cookies and soda. Good news: I ate enough black and white cookies to get the whole world married.
Your welcome. That's how I roll.