c is for crazy

I recently initiated a weekend 3-way about girl scout cookies. At that time, my girl and I were doe-eyed and eager to embark upon our first ever cookie selling experience. We attended the Cookie Kick Off! at the zoo, which looked like fun but I really wouldn’t know because I was busily exploring Elephant Odyssey with my boy, about as far from the masses of scouts as I could get and still actually be in the zoo. My girl was duly fired up though, and she had practiced her sales pitch and tried to memorize the names and descriptions of the myriad varieties of cookies she would be peddling. After the kick off, all that was left to do was count down the days until the cookies arrived.

On the big day, my girl busied herself making a cookie mobile, as had been suggested by the girl scouts. As you all surely know by now, this year the cookies are available to hand over at the time of order, so the girls were wise to set up a system to roll their goods around the ‘hood. My girl’s cookie mobile was vastly superior to all others, because our vessel was not only decorated with girl-made signage, it was hand crafted by none other than my handy-dad.

I'm not saying a word about the unfortunate tag-a-long costume on our poor neighbor with her inferior cookie mobile

We were scheduled to go and pick up our recommended 80 box order at 3:00 last Saturday. I got a text at 1:15 that read: “The cookies have landed!” We ran right out the door to the rendevouz point, and my girl set to work loading the car while I stood by and took photos.

I learned a few things about cookies on pick-up day, and looking back at that earlier post I feel compelled to make the following corrections:

We have neither lemonades nor thanks-a-lots, but we do have a lovely thing called the lemon chalet crème, which is a new fave. I would have to add dolce de leche to my list of yucks. Yuck. Speaking of my list of yucks, I see that I called one of them “Samoans”, which is funny because I honestly do not expect little pacific islanders to come jumping out of that purple box.

Finally, after I hit the gym on Sunday morning, made myself a breakfast burrito, showered, and had some coffee bright and early the next morning, we were set to embark.

Tell me, who or what could resist this child?

She was a wee bit apprehensive at the first few doors (look at the body language in those pink crocs)




But after a few good sales, she was all pro

This photo was taken by a neighbor who agreed with my assessment of the adorable factor.

The result? Those little bastards really do sell themselves! People were emerging from their doorways like zombies from their graves, dollar bills clutched in their hands, chanting their unique individual mantras:

"thiiiiiiiin miiiiiints"

"samooooooooooas"

"taaaaaaaaaaaaag-a-longs"

We sold out in a heartbeat, and had orders yet to fill! I had to dig through the re-order papers that I had previously laughed at and dismissed. To date, my girl has sold just over 200 boxes, and I just got off the phone with my husband after instructing him to take that damned order form out of the staff lounge! Enough, already!

I just looked at that paperwork again. Cookie sales continue through March 15.

Sigh.