There are a few things in life I don’t joke around with.
Food is one of them.
When it comes to sharing dessert?
You’re so on your own.
Envision a wild lion preying on an innocent gazelle. When I eat and/or share a dessert it tends to be a little Animal Planetish. Full of raw carnage and inappropriateness.
Oh- and if you’re not careful I might accidentally spear you with my fork.
All in good fun, of course.
So I was quite surprised today when my dear husband- who has been speared and gorged out of many a dessert in our marriage- “accidentally” ate our last box of Thin Mints.
Girl Scout Thin Mints.
Girl Scout Thin Mints that are sold only once a year Thin Mints.
And proceeded to pretend as though it was truly an accident.
“I forgot we were going to share the last box! Honest!”
Honest!?
HONEST?
HA! I invented the “honest” ploy! Trust me- that’s the oldest one in the book!
Not only that. but he also opened our last box of Tagalongs and already ate an entire row.
Thank God I was able to salvage the rest.
There are some things I take very seriously.
Desserts are one of them.
My advice to Will?
Sleep with one eye open, dear. There are few things that push me over the edge-
and Thin Mints are one of them.
But I actually get upset when we go out to dinner like with his parents, and they don’t order dessert, and then want to “try” some of mine. Ticks me off. I think I have a problem…
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It’s girl scout cookietime here - I just bought 6 boxes of thin mints on Sunday. I need another 4 to get me through the year but I only had $21 dollars (and they are $3.50 now - and the boxes are smaller too). I’ll try to get my hands on some more so I will be well stocked for your visit.