Wednesday, February 3, 2010
It was very important - the Girl Scouts were at the door.
Pardon my stupidity, child. Clearly I have not grasped the importance of the Girl Scout Cookie. Really, what the boy doesn't know, is that I have long understood the power of the Girl Scout Cookie. I was a Girl Scout once - Troop 14 in the San Gabriel District. We went defunct by the time we were all in the 7th grade, but never mind that. I failed at cookie sales. My mom would buy a couple of cases so that I could, at the very least, earn my stupid badge.
Those cases didn't last long in our house. We could devour sleeve after sleeve of Thin Mints in one sitting (or standing, because who sits when eating a sleeve of Thin Mints?). We would finish our cases by, oh, a couple weeks out of cookie season. If my mom was really smart she would hide a couple of boxes in the deep freeze - but once discovered, those were demolished too. Invariably, just as the last cookie was polished off, my dad would be standing there, proclaiming that he "didn't get any of that!" You snooze you lose, Old Man. Girl Scout Cookies were fair game in our house.
This brings me to my adult home. Stupid Game On! has me rationing my Thin Mints to 2 a day (allowed by the 100 calories of anything rule) and I have managed to stick with this plan. My husband (who like my dad would wait until all cookies were gone to decide he was going to partake) has a different approach (see photo above). Stupid man. Like labeling your box keeps people from actually eating it. These are Girl Scout Cookies, and "those things are good!"