Monday, January 31, 2011
Those miniature Delilahs. Those tiny evil minions. Those petite sirens with their irresistible song. Those cute little Girl Scouts...standing on my front porch.
For some it's the Thin Mints, others the Samoas. For me, the Tagalongs. Oh, how I love thee. Let me count the ways...chocolaty, peanut buttery, conveniently packaged in individual serving size boxes. Hmmm. Perhaps I have a skewed perspective on serving size when it comes to my favorite of the Scouts' confections?
I was thoroughly unprepared when those minxes rang my bell. There they were, all pink coats & green sashes & glitter nail polish. Surely I've come so far that I could get some & stash them in the freezer & dole them out appropriately. Fresh on the heels of my brownie fiasco, I realized that I didn't really want the cookies more than I want my goal & you know what I did? I wrote those little imps a check for $10.50 (the amount for my usual three days/three box supply) & told them it was just a donation. And then I refrained from telling them where they could shove their crack-laced cookies because they are kids & that would probably, rightfully get me arrested. No cookies & no felony arrest. Talk about a good day!