I'm him. Yup, that's right. I visited my parents over the weekend, and my mom sent me home with a tin cookie jar that was totally full on Sunday night. It is now Wednesday, and I have 2 1/2 . . . wait . . . 2 cookies left. It's a good thing I'm not one for baking, because if I were, I'd probably weight 500 lbs by now. The only thing I gobble worse than cookies is saltwater taffy. Had that jar been full of taffy, it would have been finished before midnight on Sunday night.