Okay so last week around this time I told you guys that Will ate the last of our girl scout cookies and how I hated him for it, didn’t talk to him for three days straight, and threatened to burn our OU season tickets…

Well, he redeemed himself by buying me another box.

Which I have literally eaten in one sitting.

Well- not the box-

but a row-

which is pretty much just as awful.

It was so good at the time,

but now all I can think about is minty vomit.

Actually, I’m not to that point just yet, but dear God you have no idea how much I want to be.

Why!? Why did I do that to myself!?

If it’s not one thing it’s another- first I’m complaining about having no thin mints left- now I’m complaining because I just paid for a Brownie to go to Six Flags (yes- we pretty much bought that many cookies).

Please, please save me from my fatness.

Oh, and PS:

Thanks to your comments today, guys. I <3 you all and appreciate your thoughts. It's nice to get another person's take sometimes.