Girl Scout cookies – Suddenly they all died. The end.

Friends and fun - what could be better? Photo by Kay Kauffman

The house has changed, and so have we.

They say you can’t go home again, and I think they must be right. My dad lived in the house I grew up in till I was twenty, and I went back after he moved out once. Once was enough.

The people who bought my house after my dad moved out remodeled it extensively before selling it themselves. It was after this second sale that I returned – Miss Tadpole was selling Girl Scout cookies, so I took her through my old neighborhood to see how many of my old customers would buy from her.

It was incredibly surreal being the parent in this scenario. Miss Tadpole was woefully under-prepared when it came to her sales pitch, but I’d been so well-rehearsed at her age that it was easy for me to pick up the slack. We made a great team.

As we strolled through my old stomping grounds…

. . .and I needed a little cheering up because, well, you know – it’s a Monday. Luckily, I found these waiting for me when I arrived home:

Now that’s what I call comfort food.
Photo by Kay Kauffman

Don’t they look delicious? I’m trying to be good and not eat them all but, well, I have no willpower. I’ll be lucky if they’re still here come morning. 😀

I mean, really, who can resist the power of the Girl Scout cookies? They’re like $3 boxes of crack, only addictive. Well, more addictive. You know what I mean. Also, it’s late, I’m tired, I may have had one or two or ten of them by now, please to insert my usual litany of excuses here, thankyouverymuch.

And now I’m going to try to sleep off the yummy yummy cookies (that were not made with real Girl Scouts (please, dear God, tell me someone other than me gets that so that I don’t feel quite so silly)). It was a long day at work today, but an okay kind of long for once, so hopefully that’s a sign of things to come. Here’s hoping everyone else’s week is off to a great start!