Well, it’s that time of year, folks. We’ve sent our daughter off to tempt the Lenten masses with dollops of sugary goodness. For the next few weeks, we will see her naught, as she spends (I am not making this up) 12-18 hour days on the weekends selling Girl Scout Cookies.
Her troop has always bought extra cases of cookies to peddle out in front of the grocery store or Office Max or Outback Steak House. They make almost (if not more) money doing it that way than from the door-to-door pre-orders. But they will set up their booths in 3 or 4 different spots each day, for 3 or 4 hours at a time, on Saturdays and Sundays and usually 2 or 3 nights during the week, from now until the end of the month. The only time I will see her between now and then is brief glimpses as she heads off to school or if I choose to drive her to the booth sites. (And let me tell you… an overtired teenage girl is not someone to engage in conversation with at any rate.)
It’s all worth it, though, because Peanut Butter Patties were sent from God… um, except for if you’re trying to be all fasting and penitent for Lent. Then, the return address is much further south…
