Those damned cookie fiends are back at it! Hard to believe it was just a year ago I was cursing the profane little pastry-pushers, yet this afternoon, in true prairie-dog fashion, I popped out of my hole on the cube-farm and saw one of those cute, brown-vest wearing, vixens-in-training pulling her shiny red Radio Flyer precariously loaded with boxes upon cartons of assorted dough-based confections pre-sold to the swelling municipal masses, but no, not to me. I can be strong... must... resist... time... to... avoid the grocery store between the hours of 3 and 8pm weekdays and before 10pm on weekends.
Nasty evil little scoutseses. Tricksy and false, they is. "Buy our cookies," they tell us, but we hates them, yes precious, we hates them and their boxes of sweet, sweet precious. No, we loves the the precious! WE LOVES THE PRECIOUS GIRL SCOUT COOKIES.
Hence the need to stay away. Sigh. No wonder it's so tough to lose weight.
