You're in my heart, You're in my soul

Ahh, it's that special time of year when the Girl Scouts of America have blessed us with their highly addictive cookies. As I type, I am currently munching on a sleeve of Do-Si-Do's. Such a lovely name they have. So innocent. Except that I'm unable to stop at one, and that is why it's a good thing that the Girl Scout's come once a year and I get only one visit to their enticing little table. When Lee and I went to Thriftway the other day I nearly jumped out of my own pants in excitement to see them sitting outside, then I just perused the table before going into the store to make sure they still had my old favs and of course they sure did! I feel grateful to have Lee in my life for many reasons, but right now I'm feeling particularly grateful that he is helping me eat these cookies and fully understands their mind-numbing draw. You see, Lee's sister, Meghan, was a Girl Scout growing up and had the things laying around the house for a month, constantly within arms reach-- plus wasn't he doing the world and his sis a favor by donating to a great cause? That's what I like to think every time I put a cookie in my mouth. I haven't felt much like writing lately, but the instant I put a Samoa in my mouth, I felt like typing away. They are quite the little miracle. I think they use really sweet girl scouts in those things.