On Monday, my doorbell rang at approximately 5:00 p.m. Which can only mean one thing.
Trouble.
Because my kids are still too young (thankfully) for random visits from neighborhood friends, it's pretty safe to say that it was going to be either A. A politician. B. Someone telling me about how great their religion is. C. A Salesperson.
All equally annoying, in their own special way.
This visit was a salesperson. This particular salesperson's presentation was good and her personality was calm and her cute child-like features made me resist the urge to slam the door on her face. There was something about her that made me actually want to buy something from her.
Must have been because she was selling Girl Scout Cookies. I was SO happy. I ordered three boxes and it put me in such a great mood knowing that in 2-5 weeks I would be scarfing down nibbling on some Thin Mints. And what put me in an even better mood was that this Girl Scout's mother, who is also my neighbor a few doors down from me, paid me a very kind compliment.
She said "you look good." I was all like "huh? who me?" while I looked around behind me to see who she was looking at. I mean, I was wearing yoga capris and a graphic t with bleach on it, she could not have been talking to me. She confirmed that she was talking about me and was referring to my 30 pound weight loss that I have managed to keep off since 2006. We talked about diet and exercise and it was fun.
And I walked away from our little chat thinking "geeze, I love my neighbors. I sure hope my cookies come in soon!"
Because I love cookies.
and so do you.
But then I started to get all confused. I was so excited about these cookies AND how good it felt to have someone say something so nice about my weight loss and then I ordered three boxes of cookies. Delicious, fattening Girl Scout Cookies. I was confused about the whole thing!
It reminded me of the feeling I would get as a teenager after making out with a cute boy. I would feel such young lust and excitement and then I'd think of my Mom and I'd feel guilty and feel fear that she would kick the crap out of me if she knew I had just necked inside the movie theater.
See how these two scenarios compare?
No? hmmm...sounds like you need a nice Samoa to help you think more clearly. or perhaps a peanut butter pattie.
I hear they solve everything.
Except being overweight.
Luckily, Ariel quickly helped to take this confusion away by asking what that little girl was doing. "she was selling cookies for the Girl Scouts."
"BUT I WANT TO SELL COOKIES FOR THE GIRL SCOUTS!!!!"
"Honey, you are not old enough to be in the Girl Scouts, but when you are - in like four years, I will be your biggest cookie supporter and buy millions of boxes from you."
"Okay, maybe tomorrow?"
I wish.
Must have been the same little girl that I couldn't resist buying 4 boxes of cookies from. I would have bought more...I am a thin mint whore...but they are so stinking expensive!
Posted by: InTheFastLane | September 27, 2007 at 09:36 AM
Everybody deserves a little treat now and then!!! No need to feel guilty (unless you're planning to eat a whole sleeve in one sitting like I usually do -- that's the recipe for guilt right there!!)
Posted by: Jill | September 27, 2007 at 10:01 AM
Mmmm... Samoas... my favorite. You can send them on to me if you feel the need to get rid.
Steph
Posted by: Adventures In Babywearing | September 27, 2007 at 10:42 AM
samoas solve EVERYTHING. that's a fact.
oh, i so want some girl scout cookies right now....
Posted by: girlymama | September 27, 2007 at 10:43 AM
Oh sure. I totally get the connection between Girl Scout cookies and teenage lust! Do you think if I put on a short plaid skirt and white knee socks my husband would know which one I was sellin'? :)
Posted by: jodi | September 27, 2007 at 10:43 AM
Girl Scout Cookies.....
oh no. i mean yes. i mean no.
I'm screwed.
Posted by: Thea | September 27, 2007 at 11:17 AM
ahhhh... the irony.
Posted by: Jodi | September 27, 2007 at 11:29 AM
Is it already time for Girl Scout cookies? Man, I do love the Tagalongs. I have actually hidden them from my family. I lie and tell them I only bought 2 boxes, but I really bought 4. Now, that's guilt;o)
Posted by: Kari C. | September 27, 2007 at 12:18 PM
Ariel actually only has 2 more years until she can become a girl scout and sell cookies. How great is that?! My neighbor is in 1st grade and it is her first year that she is able to sell the cookies which makes me extremely happy because I have been without a girl scout cookie hook-up for too many years. My 6 box order should tie me over until next year. I hope!
Posted by: Lynette | September 27, 2007 at 12:58 PM
Samoas! Gotta love the Samoas! And the tagalongs, and the thin mints...this is gonna be a bad year... At least I can call them Samoas here. At home they are Carmel Delights, and I'm like...WHAT?
Posted by: Sara | September 27, 2007 at 02:25 PM
I'll 2 boxes of samoas for each hip, 1 box of tagalongs for the belly roll and heck throw in the thin mints for the double chin. Oh, I forgot to say please!
Wow, I forgot what it was like to "neck" in the movies!
Posted by: crookedeyebrow | September 27, 2007 at 02:43 PM
Oh, I LOVE the peanut butter sandwich ones, the lemon ones, and the thin mints! Gosh, I need me some girl scout cookies now!
Posted by: Misty Dawn | September 27, 2007 at 03:35 PM
Mmmmmmmm! I love thin mints. They are my downfall when it comes to cookies. I just can't resist them.
Posted by: Rhen (yestheyareallmine) | September 27, 2007 at 08:30 PM
YAY! Girl Scout Cookie season has arrived! :-)
Posted by: dcrmom | September 27, 2007 at 09:27 PM
I had a visit this week also from a Girl Scout and found myself ordering 3 boxes. I love the thin mints after they have been in the freezer.
Posted by: Rhonda | September 27, 2007 at 10:15 PM
what the? Girl scout time? Our girl scout time isn't until February. Did they change it? Must find out. Neeeeed coooookies.
Posted by: elle | October 01, 2007 at 04:31 PM