Every year. It is the same. They come around with their little boxes of temptation. When there is no cash in the house you can breathe a tentative sigh of relief…at least that time. But they’ll try again. And again.
A knock at the door. O-no thanks, we don’t really need any. But o my aren’t you just so cute and it is so cold out there and you are learning to be a good and caring citizen and can probably win a reward if we buy some and…O – wait! Are those Thin Mints??? BAM! They get us again.
Can’t resist the Thin Mints.
Those Girl Scouts, I’ll tell ya.