Tuesday, March 9, 2010
or Why Is That Green Box is Empty?
My daughter meant well when she dropped off a box of Thin Mints. Not living at home most of the year, she doesn’t realize I’m trying to give up all colorful cardboard packages covered with broadly smiling youthful feminine faces -- the commercially baked variety, anyway. I can control my behavior to some degree but not my college sophomore daughter’s. She thought I would “love some Girl Scout Cookies.”