The Diva was in one of those crabby moods. Nothing seemed to lift her spirits. She was just bitch-slapping people left and right. She was demanding to her hair and makeup people. So much so that she had to eventually apologize for the scar left on the head of her hairdresser when she threw the hairdryer at him. Innocent mistake, really.
All of that changed, though, when she had these yummy David's Cookies placed in front of her. What is it about chocolate that just makes a girl swoon? Who needs some silly ole' man anyway? Certainly not this Diva. She simply adores chocolate. Any shpae, form, or fashion. And David's Cookies are just the ticket.
And, oh goodness gracious, you can get them each month? I think The Diva's hairdresser would appreciate this. In fact, I think every one of your should get me this for Christmas. I mean, it's the least you can do.
Or, just buy this tin of cookie dough and bake them yourself. (Or just eat it directly of the tin, like The Diva)