Colorful sunset

One of the nephews is earning money for a school trip by selling cookie dough. It's in a pretty usable form - take a few already formed dough balls, put them on a cookie sheet, and pop them into the oven. I bought four different kinds of cookies and now have way way more cookies than I could ever eat. I've been taking some in every day for the other dairy workers and leaving extra cookies for the second and third shifts. Lest you think nice things about me, I have turned the cookies into my mode of revenge. After milking is done, one of my duties is to replace the milk filter. It's in the form of a long paper sock that fits over a 3 foot perforated pipe. This week, I'm balancing the pipe in one hand, reaching into the cabinet for a new filter paper and finding only an empty box. The third shift, once again, failed to replace the box after taking the last filter. So, I'm getting back at them for their heinous crime of not restocking by no longer leaving extra cookies for them. Yea - I know - I'm bad.