by Kim Avery
I confess. I bought two boxes of Thin Mints today. I don’t know if you know this but just in case you never read the back of the box, Thin Mints don’t make you thin. This creates quite a predicament for me because I really like thin and I really like Thin Mints.
Normally, I solve this problem by stoically bracing myself against the yearly onslaught of green-jumpered girls conspiring to make me fat. “Would you like to…” they sweetly begin. “NO,” I scream practically slamming the door in their faces. Perhaps it doesn’t win me the neighbor of the year award, but the Bible says to resist the Girl Scout devil and he will flee from you. And it seems to work.
Until today. I was leaving the grocery store hungry, and you know we’re never supposed to shop hungry, and there they were. Innocently sitting on an old card table just outside the store sat Samoas, Tagalongs, Shortbread Cookies, and the irresistible Thin Mints.
No problem. I turned my back to the smiling faces offering their deadly wares and pushed my vegetable laden cart to the car.
After I filled my trunk, unable to resist, wanting to be helpful, I made a careful decision to walk my cart all the way back into the store instead of just leaving it in the cart rack. After all, I really needed to look at those cookies one more time exercise. I parked the cart and turned to head back to the car. Well, what to my wondering eyes should appear but those same little girls desperately trying to make me fat raise money for a worthy cause.
What is a good Christian to do? Feeling obsessed charitable, I stopped to inquire as to whether perchance they had a box of Thin Mints left in stock. It never hurts to ask. They did have a box. So, I bought two. Two.
Hmmm, I needed a plan. After a bit of pondering, I knew just what to do. If I paced myself and only ate two cookies a day, they would last for months and I could work off the extra calories at the gym. Great idea.
Feeling better, I went home, unpacked the groceries, popped open the Diet Coke (after all, I am on a diet!) and sat down. I thought about putting my two cookies on a china plate to commemorate this momentous occasion. But wanting to leave all my options open be efficient, I brought the whole box to the couch.
One half a box later, A few bites later, I am sitting here in a Thin Mint stupor. I’d forgotten how good these cookies are. Too full to move, I just thought I would jot you a note to tell you how awful giving I had been and to ask, what have you done to help out your local Girl Scout today?
