I spotted the car waiting at the end of the driveway. Then I spotted her..a little different than the Girl Scouts of old-- you know, when we were forced to wear the requisite green garb and knee socks with the little flags on them. Oh I was cute all right. I was a force to be reckoned with...my sash of badges twittering the breeze and a cookie order form firmly in my grasp.
I digressed, didn't I?
Up walks a girl whose only identifying mark was the box of Thin Mints peeking out from a plastic grocery sack. You know that can only mean one thing............
GIRL SCOUT COOKIES ARE HERE!!!
Hubs had mentioned ordering some cookies a while back and, frankly, I had forgotten about it. But quicker than you can say "lemonade stand" I was tearing into the bag to survey the glorious contents. I stopped dead in my tracks.
The only boxes in the bag were Lemon What-It's, Thin Mints (a given) and a box of (prepare yourself) SUGAR-FREE chocolate chip cookies. Sugar-free? Oh my good gracious.
Where are my SAMOAS????
What about my shortbread cookies???
I felt faint.
It was clear there had been NO IDENTIFIABLE PLAN when ordering. Oh, no siree. This apparently was a hubs-cookie-preferences-only decision. We have been married for just under 150 years and the man does not know that I clearly appreciate a good Samoa. Hey, even a Tag-along or two. But lemon? And, for goodness sakes, SUGAR FREE? It's just plain un-American, if you ask me.
I guess that'll be helping the diet along. Who needs THAT?