My sister and I are convinced that Lofthouse Frosted Cookies must be made from crack. I challenge anyone to eat only one after taking a bite of one of these bad boys.
And, oh so many varieties! It does not seem to matter what color the icing is, they all taste the same – sweet, cakey, creamy, and squishy.
I bought a package yesterday for a meeting I had at my house. They are very dangerous, so I didn’t even venture near them. I then brought them to work today and catapulted people in my office into a day-long sugar high. Most of them said thank you. A few shouted obscenity-laced insults in my general direction. All I know is this- they were all GONE by 5:00pm.
Life at Goal 
Not that my rear end needs anything like those cookies, but where does one get them?
I usually buy them at Hannaford, but this time I found them at Stewart’s. So, sugary goodness is likely right outside your door!!
How was I not invited to get a cookie? I want a cookie!
I see you found your email password.
And, I only bring in cookies on days I know you’re out of the office.