Saturday, March 14, 2009

Crack in the cookies?

I would consider myself a reasonable woman.

That being said, I cannot imagine how I got saddled with an addiction. An addiction that flares up once a year, makes me hide things from my family, makes me accuse those I love of tampering with my stash, and makes me pine for the same time next year.

Girl Scout cookie time.

The only thing I can think of (as a reasonable woman of course) is that they put crack in the cookies.

There I said it, now if you don't mind I have to wrap this up because I have one more roll of Thin Mints calling my name from the freezer, and I have to eat them in the bathroom where I can lock the door---away from all those prying eyes, and begging lips......

PS don't be alarmed if you see me on the street and my teeth are black, my eyes are bloodshot, and fingernails broken---it is only temporary--and thin mint residue :)

6 comments:

Sarah@Life in the Parsonage said...

And isn't it amazing how quickly one of those little tubes of cookies goes!!! I can eat a whole row before taking a breath.

It must be crack.

Heth said...

Mmmmm. Thin mints.

jenni said...

I hope you ate a box of caramel delights for me. Those suckers are my fav.

melanie said...

and peanut butter patties.. oh boy. i had thin mints for super last night.. frozen, the best! thankfully i only have one box left! crack.

Carrie said...

Seriously-what's up with that? crack is wac

ann said...

I love it, I'm the same way. I hide ours too. Frozen thin mints are the best.