Enter Troop Beverly Hills.
Yes dear friends my guilty movie pleasure features the comedic timing of Shelly Long in her first full length movie debut with the guy from Coach. What does this have to do with my life? Well apparently I was a little too influenced by the theme of cookie selling. When a coworker of mine sold me a sob story about her friend's scout troop whose camping trip in the mountains would be dashed (DASHED! I tell you!) if they didn't sell enough cookies. What cold hearted person could I be to deny a girls scout troop a trip to the mountains. She even told me that they had never had s'more (s'more what? Your killing me smalls killing me. Sorry but where else would you put a good sandlot quote?) and that if I wanted to I could donate a box of cookies to a solider serving in Iraq or Afghanistan. (Wow. I actually spelled that right without spell check. Its the small victories you celebrate in life...) Well how could I say no?
Deny a person a s'more?
A trip to the mountains?
Plus a chance to help out the military?
I was gone dear friends. Before I could help myself I pledged for four boxes (2 samoas 2 thin mints) and completely forgot about my selfless service until yesterday. When this selfless service came back to haunt me. When at work arrived the cookies with my name on it. Well it wasn't a treat day so I figured I'd be strong and just put them away. Yet no matter where I went in my apartment there they were. Tempting me. So in they went into the cabinet. Yet I couldn't stop thinking about them and how lonely they would be because of me some girl scout troop was going on a trip to the mountains! A solider was getting comfort from home! This is when the selfless service totally became selfish. Because the Saomas were tempting me with their little O's of perfect chocolate coconut. So in came self justification. If I have two that's only 140 calories. I can have 2. So I opened the package and slid open the the little tray and saw them. And proceeded to eat 2 slowly tasting each perfection of happy bliss. But then I felt bad for the other two who had lost their friends. Wanting everybody to be together I ate the other 2.
Then the black out came.
When I came to there were no more Samoas (There is one box remaining) and a whole lot of cookie crumbs over me. It was bad. Really bad. Yet the sad thing is I'm kinda proud of myself. Where are the rest of the cookies now you ask? Wrapped up in wrapping paper and hidden in my freezer.
Where they will remain for now. Until I have another urge to do self less service.