Here we are again, at the confessional end of the week:
I did not have anything to do with Girl Scout cookies this week. Those boxes neatly folded in the recycling bin -I have no idea how they got there. I did not eat them for breakfast, I did not eat them in secret in the kitchen when no one was looking - I didn't eat any of them.
I did not entice my dieting husband with the aforementioned Girl Scout cookies. Uh-uh. I did not eat so many in front of him that I drove him screaming into the kitchen for the cookies and a bowl of ice cream, causing him to fall off the Adkins wagon for the first time in months.
I did not come up with a completely lame place to hide The Cookies, one that even a 2 year old could figure out. I also did not share said hiding place with the boys in the vain hope that they would keep it a secret.
I didn't do it. It wasn't me. I don't even like Girl Scout cookies.
Scout's honor.
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3 comments:
As long as you recycled the boxes, that negates any undersirable health-related effects, right? Oh, wait--this NEVER happened!
If it had happened, I think you're totally right!
I didn't run to Publix to obtain some "stomach drops" for H's viral issues and buy, for myself, an entire package of Blue Bird powdered donuts and eat them in the van while I drove home.
I not!
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