Cookie Crazies

Yeah, I missed yesterday, so sue me. There are too many things going on in the family right now. I'm going to make an effort to have this be a priority, but I have a feeling it will be down the list a little.

Anyway...My wife volunteered to be the "cookie mom" for our daughter's Girl Scout troop. I don't care what she gets involved in, as long as it doesn't involve me and heavy lifting. What do you know, this involved both. "Wife" informed me that the cookies would be ready to be picked up yesterday and that she couldn't take the day off. Given my leisurely schedule and SUV, I was nominated to get the cookies. I'm always willing to help "Wife", but I don't like mingling with outsiders, especially the kind who volunteer.

I pulled up to the fire station ready to collect the 137 cases for troop 815. Immediately, some of the other crazy cookie moms started yelling and barking orders at me. Hey, I know you have "troops" and all, but this isn't "Full Metal Jacket", and I'm no Private Pyle. These people lend such an air of urgency to the whole proceeding. Would the whole socio economic base crumble if I missed a box of low fat lemon creams? After being told that each troop had to donate two boxes, I informed the cookie brigade that I was just the day labor and couldn't make those kind of executive decisions. We only live four doors down from the high priestess of snacks, I think they know how to find us.

The house looks like a Weight Watchers wet dream. The Mommies are on there way to pick up their bundles and I'm hunkered down behind a wall of Thin Mints. Later...Brian