|The Samoas are whispering to me...
||[Feb. 13th, 2008|04:35 pm]
The office girl Scout mom has delivered the cookies. There's a box of Samoas...not Samoans -- my drawer is NOT that big. Although that sounds fun, the more I think about it. More fun than a drawer full of Samoans...|
Where was I?
Oh, the cookies. I can hear them whispering..."You've lost three pounds while sick. You could eat us ALL and you'd still fit in your clothes"...."Coconut has no calories when it's on a cookie"..."We have a whole in the middle, so we're less fattening than those porky Do-Si-Do's. Plus our name isn't childish."
Shut up, SHUT UP! You stupid cookies....whoops. Not as many stupid cookies as there were a minute ago....