I like these

There’s an awkward feeling of conformity when I fork over the 3 bucks for Girl Scout Cookies. With every bite I wonder if I’m going to become…


I have no idea why that is, but if I did more research, I’m sure there’s potential to frighten me with the Girl Scout agenda.

But every year, I plunk down some cash for the girls and their moms outside the supermarket, and in this year’s case, fill out the order form at the water cooler in the office.

My order was waiting for me on my arrival to Columbus. Perfect for the mid-afternoon sugar rush I crave.

There’s something nostalgic and comforting about tearing the crinkly wax plastic and into the partially hydrogenated goodness.