You ever have one of those days where you have longest yet most unproductive and frustrating day at work only to come home to your cat peeing in a basket of your clean clothes?
Anyhoo, at 9pm the night of such a day, the doorbell rings. At first I'm annoyed at whoever is ringing a doorbell at 9pm and as I approach my mind visualizes who could be at the door to make this day much, much worse because hey, I've seen commercials for The Strangers or Funny Games and in a cruel way, it would be the icing on the cake.
Fortunately I'd been given a reprieve from the heavens or more accurately, gifts from the gods. I open the front door to the Girl Scout I had placed an order with weeks ago. And she was delivering the 9 boxes of sweet manna I really needed to balance out a crappy day. Sure there's winning the lottery, but realistically, the day couldn't have ended on a better up note. I wrote out the check and thanked our Girl Scout and clutched our haul inside.
I told Velina to pour glasses of milk and I raced upstairs to change out of work clothes into appropriate cookie-eating attire. I came back downstairs in sweats and engaged in the most blissful gluttony with my family.
The next morning, we saw the remains of a Girl Scout cookie version of a hedonistic rock star's night of debauchery--open boxes strewn about various flat surfaces, the freshness wrappers on floor, nearly stepping on or kicking the empty plastic cookie trays. I believe the next morning the thought, whoa, what were we thinking last night? literally went through my mind.
At this point, we have 3 unopened boxes left. Sigh. Even Christmas morning has to end.
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2 comments:
ah, the GSC binge. feels so good, then the next day you hate yourself. oh btw have you tried freezing the thin mints? they're good like that.
:P
Where are mine????
-PB
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