The cute little table outside my office door that usually holds the cute little candy bars has been overrun with Girl Scout Cookies. Thin mints. Samoas. And the most evil of all: Tagalongs (you know what I’m talking about: peanut-butter filled chocolate covered cookies that make you close your eyes in rapture with each and every bite).
Yet here I sit with a salad on my desk. I could’ve had a turkey sandwich or something less diet-y… but I CHOSE salad in a fit of angry will. YOU CAN’T BEAT ME, GIRL SCOUT COOKIES.
I will prevail. (I didn’t Friday, when they first appeared, but today is a new day, a new week. A new month, even. )