The text came early this week. “Your cookies have arrived!”
This is a big day in my family. My husband and I don’t really enjoy these cookies, but our adult daughters love that I still buy them an annual order of Girl Scout cookies. Mackensie loves Thin Mints, and Morgan enjoys both Thin Mints and Samoas. Their friends love these cookies too, so I always buy them a few boxes.
This year I ordered from a friend’s daughter. It was her first year as a Girl Scout. She was so excited when I told her how much we loved Girl Scout cookies. When I arrived at the house to place my order, she was dressed in her uniform. She had her desk all set up with pens and order forms. She sat behind her desk, and asked me to take a seat across from her. This was starting to look like a serious sales meeting! I sat down in the low children’s chair, and she went through my options (She explained that there is even a new flavor called Toffee-tastic. It’s gluten free! That doesn’t really interest me, but I ordered a box.).
Today I stopped to pick up the cookies. What? These can’t all be mine! Two full boxes of cookies? 23 individual boxes? How is that even possible? Maybe this eager 8 year old scout made an error? I asked her mom to send me a picture of my order. Nope. No error. I ordered every single one of those boxes.
Now I just have to figure out who gets what.