Remember When I Said I Was Not Going to Do That?

As if my duties as a Ravelympian were not enough, I refused to keep my mouth shut and volunteered to be Cara's troop's Cookie Mom. After the fiasco of a couple of years ago, I vowed not to get involved in cookies again at the volunteer level. Famous last words. No one else was looking like stepping up to do it, so I said I would. I hate when I do that. Oh well, I guess I will have to deal with it and stop whining.

The Big Fake Out

Cara is selling Girl Scout cookies. I bought several different kinds for the family as I usually do. I kept our cookies in a larger box on the dining room table. Since they are still in this larger box, they have remained untouched. I am amused that they have not been eaten in the week and a half they have been sitting there. If I had taken them out of the box and put them in the kitchen, those 11 boxes would be long gone.  I wonder how long I can sneak a cookie or two before one of them reads this post and finds out what is up?