I'm Talking GIRL SCOUTS! They bare those totally evil treats that get my money every year.
They are like small leprechauns, but instead of guarding their gold, they are thrusting their addictive, evil, highly prized treats in my face. For a diabetic this is truly the worst EVER! If I ever needed to prove I have NO WILL POWER at all, this would be it.
At work a sneaky wonderful parent patiently brought around his daughters order form. And did it in February when I sent my will power out to the cleaners. I agreed (gasp) to purchase 6 boxes of assorted nuggets of gold.
I just tried the cranberry ones and they are GOOD!
Damn those little green creatures, how I adore you. Now.... where's my Samoa ice cream?


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