Girl Scout cookies are the bane of my existence. In the past two days I have had several encounters with the devils. I don't like cookies, not a big chocolate fan, and don't normally crave something sweet unless it is Saturday night in Canyon Lake at Italian Garden and they happen to still have Tiramisu. If they still have the delectable desert, I see it as a sign that I am supposed to order it because for the next four months they will be conveniently out. With all of this being said, I love, love, love Girl Scout cookies. Probably just a childhood memory of my mother buying cases of them and hiding the thin mints in the freezer, the pretty colorful packaging, and the fact that you can't buy them at HEB. So, I broke down, bought two boxes, not for me mind you, but the fact that I said yes to the overweight 8 year old skipping school, does not sit well with me. I have never understood why it is ok to teach your children that skipping school to sell cookies is appropriate. So, the message seems to be if you have an opportunity to make some cash: skip school, stand on a street corner and pedal your product. Now it is cookies, what will it be in middle school? Perhaps illegally burned CD's or DVD's, not so bad. Now the little Girl Scout is in high school, she really needs a Louis Vuitton because everyone but her has one. Since she is needing about a grand, she skips school, sells drugs, and heads to Neiman Marcus. Meanwhile, the parents are sitting back, scratching their heads wondering where they went wrong. To those inadequate parental units: Remember that Friday that your daughter missed the spelling test? Sure, she sold the most cookies, she even got a trophy and another badge on her vest but ask yourselves, what did she really get from that day?
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