Girl Scout cookies.
On my way home from school last Friday I must've passed boat loads of girl scouts waving and dancing with their cookie signs.
The first time I passed some, I told myself nah you'll get some later.
The second time, I succumbed to my deep inner craving for some samoas and a big tall glass of milk.
I've never felt so good as I drove away.
Not 2 minutes later my dad called to say he picked me up a box of samoas on his way home from the gym.
He knows me far too well.
I'm a heifer.
The worst/best part is that Dallin doesn't like sweets.
These cookies have my name written all over them.
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