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.