Okay so last week around this time I told you guys that Will ate the last of our girl scout cookies and how I hated him for it, didn’t talk to him for three days straight, and threatened to burn our OU season tickets…
Well, he redeemed himself by buying me another box.
Which I have literally eaten in one sitting.
Well- not the box-
but a row-
which is pretty much just as awful.
It was so good at the time,
but now all I can think about is minty vomit.
Actually, I’m not to that point just yet, but dear God you have no idea how much I want to be.
Why!? Why did I do that to myself!?
If it’s not one thing it’s another- first I’m complaining about having no thin mints left- now I’m complaining because I just paid for a Brownie to go to Six Flags (yes- we pretty much bought that many cookies).
Please, please save me from my fatness.
Oh, and PS:
Thanks to your comments today, guys. I <3 you all and appreciate your thoughts. It's nice to get another person's take sometimes.
Oy. I’m so glad we don’t know anyone here who will ask us to buy them. We just can’t say no and we REALLY don’t need any. lol