Friday, March 19, 2010

Blissed out on Thin Mints.

It's cookie delivery time for our local Girl Scouts. You know what this means for every parent of a Girl Scout, right? Our dining room tables are covered with boxes of Thin Mints and Trefoils and Tagalongs.

This is a rare glimpse at my kids working together on something. All because they were promised when they were done sorting, they could knock themselves out on Samoas. 

I've already eaten too many.

Beyond too many.

I'm beginning to think for every five boxes of cookies ordered, the Girl Scouts should include one of those waistband extender thingies when they deliver the orders.

Not that I know what a waistband extender thingy is. I just assume they're out there.

I've already diverted some of the cookies to the freezer so daddy doesn't completely miss out on his favorites before he can get home to enjoy them.

And there are still plenty sitting on the kitchen counter.

We're gonna' need more milk.

1 comment:

  1. I'm excited because this means I get my cookies too!