Friday, January 04, 2013
Seriously. I don't know how I ended up on their mailing list but I got an email today reminding me that it's almost cookie season and I should save the date for Feb. 8 to go out and load up on my favorite crack filled confections. It's suspicious how they knew how to find me. Maybe when you look up a certain number of weightloss websites it alerts the super secret headquarters of the Grand Scout Master (think NSA only cookie powered and far more dangerous). They've got me on a list now digging through my social networks learning preferences and shopping patterns so that they can "suggest" the perfect cookie to make me hurry to my nearest Walmart and attacking that cookie table like it owes me money.
Well played, Girl Scouts. Well played.
However I have a secret weapon. Jay. My boyfriend. He has a legendary sweet tooth and hollow legs. He often eats ice cream for breakfast and polished off almost every single cookie I brought home from my office cookie exchange. I consider myself lucky if I get even 2 cookies out of any box. So I will by your cookies, Girl Scouts, but I won't get many because they cost too much for me to buy a new box everytime I want something sweet.
HAHA! I win!