WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 20, 2010
Nothing strikes fear into the hearts of Girl Scout leaders everywhere, like Girl Scout Cookie time. And nothing warms the cockles of my sugar-clogged arteries either.
My addiction started when I was 6 and opened that first box of Thin Mints. It was all over in seconds as I huffed that first, shiny sleeve.
Do you know there’s no place for Girl Scout Thin Mint Cookie junkies to dry out? You’d think Promises in Malibu or maybe something more local…but no. And the Girl Scouts suffer no public relations crisis because there’s always a lengthy “cold turkey” period (complete with the shakes and terrible regret) waiting until the next season.
Girl Scouts contribute to the addiction of millions of adults each year. Like me, they begin with, “Oh, I’ll just have a couple.” And before you know it, they’ve fallen into a downward spiral of marvelous, minty, chocolate refreshment.
Every year, I order more and more boxes. And yet, every year, I curse myself as I polish off the last box. The agony begins anew as I wait an entire 359 days for Cookie Season to come again.
Sigh.
What’s your Girl Scout Cookie addiction?
The Cookie Assassin