I'll be having a xanax with my protein bar for breakfast this morning.
Friday, January 9, 2009
I received the letter in the mail, yesterday. They are having an official "Cookie Kickoff." That's right- a party to celebrate my demise. My sweet little Lauren will be innocently donning her official Daisy uniform, like a tiny calorie soldier, and unknowingly peddle the very thing that tears at my soul. Girl. Scout. Cookies. Thin Mints. Samoas. And I thought Christmas was hard. The enemy, boxes upon boxes of cookies, is moving into my living room. And my very own daughter will be representing them with a blue smock, an order form, and an irresistible smile.