In a month we will have cases of Girl Scout cookies delivered to our house. Why? Because Mr. D lu-uves little girls. Little girls with big brown eyes. Little girls with ponytails. Little girls who wear spangly pink sweatshirts and matching hair thingys. He is the Ultimate Sucker for Little Girls because he hasn't any of his own to help him build up resistance to their charms. Consequently every co-worker with a daughter in Scouts drops by his office with their Little Brownies and Daisies in tow and he caves like San Francisco during the big quake. He puts check marks by a minimum of 6 boxes for each cute Little Girl. Thin Mints, Caramel Delites, whatever they're selling he'll buy at least a half dozen. "But she had the biggest, brownest eyes," he'll tell me. "You should have heard her sales pitch--it was so cute."
We'll apply for a loan from the bank to pay off the cookie debt and probably have to join Weight Watchers or the local gym. I've started clipping recipes to help use up the cookies when we get sick of eating them straight up with a side of milk. Damn those Little Girls for preying on Mr. D's weakness ... the Girl Scouts of America has no idea how well Mr. D has funded this year's camp outs, crafts and field trips.