Sometimes I want to make cookies. Okay, I always want to make cookies. I don't know, there's just something about making cookies that makes me happy. Sometimes I even make them when I don't want to eat them. You might think that this isn't a problem because I could easily give my cookies to family and friends, but I have major anxiety about giving away cookies. I'm always worried that they're just saying that they want them but don't really because who knows what's going on in people's lives. Maybe they're on some sort of anti-cookie diet or they're too shy to say they don't like my cookies. I run through various scenarios – usually ones where they think my cookies are horrible – and generally drive myself crazy. I've decided that the best thing to do in cases like this are to not give away cookies. So, we always end up having a lot of cookies hanging around. Sometimes it makes me sad. But it also makes me happy because if I...