it's girl scout cookie time.
those little devils that come in little brow cotton skirts...and take all my money and good eating hard work.
so far, i haven't given in.
heck, i haven't even found any of them, yet.
likely i'll stumble upon them soon. likely it'll be in front of costco and i'll walk in forgetting all the stuff i need, and walk away with a box of thin mints and 12 boxes of samoas.
see, samoas and i have a thing goin on.
greater than my thing with thin mints, or tagalongs, do-si-dos, or especially those stupid trefoils.
no, samoas and i have a history.
a long, sordid history -- that culminated in one horrible event.
you see once upon a time, i used to go to college in utah. so one night, after a particularly rough week and a lot of
talking to megan and having dance parties homework and intensive study ... i got a late night craving for some samoas. the girl scouts were long gone ... but i remembered that edy's/dreyer's made a girl scout cookie ice cream -- and that there was DEFINITELY a samoa version.
so i saddled up, i mean put on some real pants and my flip flops and decided to venture out to find said ice cream. luckily, i lived 2-5 minutes away from 4 different grocery stores. so i knew i'd be fine. i head off to the first store, roam the frozen treats aisle -- nothing. no problem, i head out to the second store, employ the same search -- again, no reward. at the next two stores -- same search, same result. at this point i was going NUTS. i HAD to have samoas and i had to have them at that point.
three more stores in the neighboring city and i gave up my quest.
then i get home, tell my roommates, and the one complains that she had the same problem just two days before, but with thin mint ice cream -- so she had to buy samoa.
so, i went back to the store, bought some thin mint ice cream, we traded and all was well.
and thus, you see, that samoas and i have a little somethin, something between us.
here's to hoping you can find YOUR favorite cookies.