Big Law: Bless You

Some of you may remember that I have an in with a group of cloistured nuns.  And each Christmas they bake and send me homemade cookies.  Nun-made cookies!  How great is that?

GF and I aren't big cookie eaters, so each year, instead of taking the tin home, I grab a favorite and then send out a department-wide email.  The nuns have gained reknown over the last couple of years for making the season's best cookies and within minutes my colleagues are flocking. 

But this year, Witty Partner was the fastest of them all.  And the most prepared.  Just moments after my email he appeared outside my office door, a sheepish look on his face and a piece of tin foil in his hand. 

"I am going to take more than my fair share," he said.  "This is only religious infusion my family gets all year."