The Cookie Chronicle

A couple of weekends ago I set out on the mundane task of grocery shopping. When I walked into the store I saw Girl Scouts. It was like those little girls in tan and green had a glowing aura around them and the Hallelujah chorus in the background. I knew what was now number one on my grocery list. I got the unimportant necessities of life and some cash back. I made a bee line to the Girl Scouts, who, like the sirens in Greek mythology, beckoned me to crash my diet on the rocks of Caramel Delights. I got up to their table and those shrewd innocent girls told me they were almost out. I just wanted two boxes of Caramel Delights and a box of Thin Mints. To my great disappointment they were out of Thin Mints (of course). Those cunning little scouts said if I got 5 boxes I would be put in a drawing for a year supply of Girl Scout cookies. They had me at year long supply. I scooped up the last four boxes of Caramel Delights and one box of Peanut Butter Patties and I trotted out with my spoils. I got home but hid them because I didn’t want to share (I was having a Selfish Sarah Saturday). To my great chagrin Scott found them. He walked out of the pantry with the look of disbelief on his face. He said, “ You got five boxes???” I said, “Yes.” rather sheepishly. I think he still couldn't believe it even with the weight of five boxes in his hands. The feeling of a total glutton hit me in the face. I asked myself why in the world do we need five boxes of cookies? I mean seriously. We decided we would just have to pace ourselves. Fast forward two weeks and we still have a few cookies left. Scott and I have a tendency to uh- er, over indulge so it's pretty much a miracle. Don't worry, those Caramel Delight's days are numbered.

So what is the moral of the story?


Don't trust Girl Scouts.