“GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!! IT’S GIRL SCOUT COOKIE TIME AGAIN!!!”
That’s how the e-mail from my sister-in law started.
Girl Scout Cookie Time. A time I anticipate yearly with both glee and dread. Glee because those yummy Tagalongs and Thin Mints call out to me, and my taste buds are all a-twitter.
Dread because my ass doesn’t need them. At all.
Still, in the spirit of supporting my wonderful niece I shall sacrifice my ass.
I can’t see it anyway.