Sunday, 1pm

The scene: Sunday, 1pm. My house. I’m in my room crafting away on Valentine’s-related stuff, still wearing my pajamas. The doorbell rings; I ignore it, my roommate Liz goes to answer it.

Liz: Can I help you?
Muffled female voice: Hi, I’m selling {muffled something or other}.
My ears perk up.
Me (shouting from three rooms away): WHAT?? WHAT IS SHE SELLING???
Liz: GIRL SCOUT COOKIES.
Me: YES!! YES!! I WANT TO BUY SOME!! HOLD ON!! I’M COMING!!!

In case you didn’t know, it’s Girl Scout cookie season. Thin Mints, and Samoas, and Tagalongs, oh my! (And, yes, I bought all three. In my pajamas. Running to the front door like a crazy woman.)

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