Nobody gets me, like Calvin gets me.

The best New Year’s resolution I ever made was to always take the last bite. I hate the awkward moment when the last piece of food is left on the plate. The hesitation, the hungry eyes, and don’t get me started on the people that try to share the last bite. It’s the LAST bite! Not the last, two half-bites! Everybody’s thinking, “Do I take it?”, “Does anyone else want it?”, “That kid totally ate more than me, but I don’t want to seem like a dick.” It kills me. So, for one year, I just went for it.  I didn’t discriminate based on age, gender or race. I took the last bite, eradicated all awkward situations, and it was spectacular. The best part was when someone beat me too it. I can’t tell you how much respect I immediately gained for that person.

So, here’s to always taking the last bite, to eating and to never being ashamed of making cookies just because you want to eat cookie dough!