I’ll Probably Eat the Thin Mints

For reasons that will forever be unknown, I up and bought Girl Scout cookies the other day. Four boxes, to be precise. Why? I have no idea.

Color me flabbergasted, and even though I love Thin Mints, there was really no need to buy a box of them. I rationalized one box that promises the flavor of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups as a gift for my boyfriend, as I am definitely not a peanut butter and chocolate kind of fan. Unfortunately, he has yet to see them. I bought Lemon Drops, which are okay and low-fat, but meh. They’re not going into oblivion anytime soon. I also bought a shortbread/chocolate kind of combo (the name escapes me), and I have to admit those are the most dangerous of the bunch. But seriously, what possessed me to buy Girl Scout cookies? It’s not because I support the Scouts–if my little girl wants to join, I’ll demand to know why she’s not playing hockey and deny her (because I also really don’t want to be responsible for moving those cookies in the future). I didn’t join, and I was just fine.

Except, why’d I buy those damn cookies? Growing up, I always thought it was a very adult thing to do (stick with me, here)–buying Girl Scout cookies is what moms did, you see, when I was a kid, and I always figured that I’d be buying cookies one day. I hadn’t up until now–it has been the arena of my mother alone. I have been offered the opportunity to buy said cookies by co-workers in the past, but I never bit. After all, I knew that there would be some cookies gracing the house in Michigan at some point or another. But not this year, oh no! I’m far, far away from the Girl Scout cookie buyer that is my mother, so it fell upon me (me, damnit!) to ensure that I had my yearly dose of Girl Scout cookies. But now they’re sitting in a drawer at my cube, relatively uneaten, waiting for me to get up the motivation to bring them home. However, if I bring them home, I’m likely to actually eat them (I forget about the during the day). So they stay, and in the end, I think I might put them up for grabs.

Except for the peanut butter and chocolate ones. Those go to my boyfriend so he can get fat.