So Ellie, we're both sitting here and I think you should let me interview you.
Ellie: Okay. You can write I'm fascinating if you like. Let them know that I"m not a concieted ***hole.... don't write ***hole.
Jen: Okay. I can do that. All right, most important question: The first five cookies you think are the best. The true cookies, if you may.
E: Let's see... like, brand name cookies, or cookies I make?
J: Cookies, you make.
E: You really are transcribing everything?
J: Yes, I type fast enough.
E: Peanut butter cookies. How vulgar can I be? Do people with children read this?
J: Probably not now.
E: Okay. *laughs* I sorta think peanut butter cookies are right next to orgasm. Umm... please don't type my umms.
J: Okay. I can do that.
E: Lemon cookies.
E: You don't eat lemon cookies? I made them for you once for your birthday.
J: Oh, those. They were delicious.
E: Chocolate chip cookies.
E: Grasshopper cookies.
E: They're made with mint choclate. Though I'd probably eat cookies with grasshoppers in them also.
J: I would too.
E: Oatmeal... not with raisins though. Raisins are the boogers of the fruit world.
E: When I was a little kid, I'd used to call them weewees. And one thime my mom got me a cinamon rasins buns with the frosting on top and I said to her, mommy there are weewees sleeping in my cake. And refused to eat it.
J: I would too. Though I like raisins, weewees would be just unnerving in cake. I assume that means you don't like rum cake with rasins in them, right?
E: By the time you put enough rum in it, you don't notice the raisins.
J: I love you.
E: *Laughter.* I love you too.
J: And that's why I love Ellie.