Bart, you almost broke up my marriage with your cookies! As I was sitting on the floor stuffing myself, my wife ran by, grabbed the bag you just mailed us and hid them. Thanks a lot, Bart. Now I only get one every now and then and only if I'm good. Send more! Here's a secret mailing address. May I make a suggestion: 'Stop screwing around with that Internet stuff! Start selling your cookies!' I've worked with a million-dollar cookie manufacturer before and I have to say, your cookies are better! One more thing, the coffee shop won't sell me coffee anymore, unless I bring in your cookies. You spoiled the ladies who work there. Now, they don't ask how I'm doing, instead, they say, 'Where did that cookie guy go?'" ~ Bill M., Reno, NV