The title of this post should really be called, “I’m a glutton.”
Or “How to gain ten pounds in ten days.”
But, it is time for a “littlest things” post and so it shall remain titled with what it is.
Only you and I and my ecstatic thighs (they love any old reason to clap) will know the truth.
Every year. Every single year I end up buying around thirty-five boxes of girl scout cookies. Oh, yes. You read that right. It is not a three. It is not a five. But rather a three and a five together to make a larger number. And a larger me. Coincidentally… Or not… one pound is created by eating thirty five hundred calories that your body did not burn off.
I cannot resist them. I primarily just buy the Thin Mint variety. I buy most of them from my sweet girlfriend’s little girl. Although I always buy a box from the little girls that stand outside of the grocery store, too. I cannot resist cookies and I cannot say, “no” to a hopeful child.
I actually have not eaten A cookie in a week. Because I cannot each A cookie. It ends up being A sleeve. Or A box.
I am A greedy monster. A cookie monster. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom.
I have avoided looking at them for seven days.
Seven long days.
But I am taking pictures of them for you today.
I am staying strong. Deep breaths.
The Girl Scout Cookies are made at two different factories. The Thin Mints are packaged in either a clear cellophane wrapper or a foil enclosure depending on which factory they come from. No, I did not just look that up. I know way too much about Girl Scout Cookies.
I much prefer the foil wrapper. Thankfully that is what my girlfriend’s daughter’s troop receives.
The cookies usually last us until January of the next year. We freeze most of them. So it is not like we are eating them all at once. Being the slight hoarder that I am, I panic at the thought of running out of these cookies. They are only available once a year.
Do you stock up on Girl Scout Cookies? Which ones are your favorite? Do you like the foil or cellophane wrapped cookies better?
It’s The Little Things: hoarding a year-supply of a snack. Now that’s true craziness happiness!
Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle.
Nom. Nom. Nom.
Sob.
Clap! Clap!
