. . . because Jenna, the perky little Brownie from around the corner, came by this week toting her little wagon of sin (otherwise known as Girl Scout Cookies).
Jenna: Hi Mrs. W, I’m selling Girl Scout cookies. You’re my first customer!
Me: Hi Jenna. Unfortunately there’s this thing for grown-ups called Weight Watchers.
Jenna: [looking confused]
Me: I’m on a diet!
Jenna: Oh, we have some new lowfat cinnamon cookies.
Me: Ok, I’ll take a box of those.
[Pay Jenna $3.50. She starts to wheel her wagon away.]
Me: Wait!!! [Chase Jenna down the driveway.] I’ll also have four boxes of Thin Mints, three boxes of Tagalongs and three boxes of Samoas.
These will be the undoing of me.