I think the most evil thing about this whole diet thing is that it’s Girl Scout cookie time.
Everywhere I go, I see Girl Scouts selling cookies. When I was out running errands, they were at a Target/Bed Bath and Beyond complex with cases of Thin Mints.
Some evil whore in my office keeps leaving open, half-eaten boxes of Girl Scout cookies in the kitchen, taunting me in my sugar-free existence.
I know the strategy. “Good god, I just ate half a box of these cookies! If I keep them in my house, I’ll eat them all! I must take them to work so others can also get fat!”
But man, if I find out who’s doing it, I’m putting a curse on them.
Wow. You’re warped. When someone at work leaves half a box of thin mints on the counter next to the fax machine, I want to run up to them and give them a great big hug. Diets are for chumps! Thin mints are for ME!
Which Target? I want Thin Mints. Please, send them my way if you don’t want them.
The Target in Culver City. Please, take them. Less to tempt my fat ass with.
I am the only person who doesn’t like thin mints?
No, I don’t like them either. But those “Caramel Delights” (i.e., Samoas – c’mon, people, it’s old school) are another story altogether.
They changed the name of Samoas to Caramel Delights? Heresy, I tell you!
Um, on the West Coast “Samoas” have been called Caramel Delights since at least the early 90’s, when I was selling Girl Scout cookies. Just sayin’.
Yep, I remember selling Caramel Delights…and now they’re called samoas. Which is unfortunate. But they are still my favorite Girl Scout cookies, by any name.