It was only a dream...

First, let me apologize for not drawing attention to this earlier in the week. It seems that an historic event occurred on Monday, which shall forever now be known as "Oreo Day". I'm marking it on my calendar for next year, just in case it happens to come back.

Alas, I was not witness to this moment of beauty, as I was asleep in my bed many miles north of the hallowed site. But just knowing that it happened in my area is enough to give me a happy glow of peace and wonder.

So imagine this. It's early in the morning. You're driving down I-80 between Joliet and Morris, and there is a great big truck in front of you. Our Dear Lord God Above, in his wondrous mercy, looks down upon the driver of said big rig, and places his hand upon his shoulder.

"Sleep now," he whispers to the man.

And the man does. He drifts off into a peaceful slumber, in which he dreams of green pastures, fruitful fields, and a quiet valley of heaven.

Except, of course, for the fact that it's really a sheep farm, cornfields, and a great big median. But that's beside the point.

The truck flies off the edge of the highway, into the median, and comes to a crashing halt. In the process, his truck breaks open and spills its precious cargo all over the highway.

The load?

Yeah.

Twenty thousand pounds of oreo cookies.

I shit you not.

You stop your car, fall to your knees, and thank the Creator for his sweet gifts and blessings.

Then you stuff your trunk full and beat it the hell out of there before the cops show up.

And we all live happily ever after.

The End