It's that time of year again, no not lent, Girl Scout cookie time. What can be better than deciduous cookies? A deciduous forest? Not even close. This year was cool because I didn't even have to have a live encounter with a Girl Scout to get my cookies. My uncle bought my favorite kind for me "Carmel de-lites" formerly known as "Samoas." I'm glad these scouts finally got their act together and stopped with the cookie profiling of this South Pacific nation.
I rationed myself to 2 cookies a day, just like World War II times. Actually, customers were limited to a purchase of only 2 boxes. Can you tell I was on Wikipedia?
vintage blazer- thrifted S.P.C.A. (the one that helps animals)
pants- Hollister many seasons ago when I still walked into that dark hole of a store
I never was a Girl Scout myself. Something about it never appealed to me. Maybe the green vests with strange patches. Or maybe how it didn't teach you any life skills. No, they probably did teach you life skills. Maybe I didn't want to sell cookies. I knew it would never be like how it was in my favorite movie, "Troop Beverly Hills."
If you have not seen this important piece of cinematic history, please, do yourself a favor. Or watch the clip below. It's a catchy tune, I promise.
And my boyfriend says I don't like good movies. ppppfffffffffffff.