Mexico’s Killing Fields

My Girl Scout Cop-out

So these seemingly innocent and sweet little girls donning green uniforms show up at my door, pushing my weakness…Thin Mints. I have dabbled in the land of the Samoas and the Tag-a-Longs are truly an addiction inspired creation. But, Thin Mints? I seriously have a ritual attached with these cookies as though I were mentally ill. I put the box in the freezer. Once I’ve opened the box to have the first taste, I remove the sleeves from the box and return them to the freezer. I chew the cookie until all of its chocolate and minty sensationalism has coated my teeth and just before the sugar starts rotting away my molars, I scarf down an entire pint of ice cold milk. That is just the first cookie. I always find that after GSC season, I start hunting for diets: fast diets that work I need to purge my system of the sinfulness. I find it akin to a baptismal rebirth. I start drinking copious amounts of water and exercising, but when those little pushers…er, girl scouts come a-calling… I don’t just fall off the wagon, I LEAP OFF with a gallon of milk in toe.

March 5th, 2010

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