Due to vacation plans, I have been flirting with Team Diet. Some days are better than others, but today, Team Diet is not doing so well. Turns out that I was not as committed to the team back when the Girl Scout Cookie order forms were being passed around.
I was delivered a box of every single one of the cookies pictured above. (Except for those nasty cinnamon apple ones. Don't mess up my cookie with your fruit. Sick) I blame the delivery of doom on my friends interminably adorable kids. They are blonde, and cute, and one of them even sounds a little like Minnie Mouse.
How can you say no to that and not have your heart shrink to two sizes two small? It's unfair, really. Guerilla warfare on the swimsuit front. They may as well paint their faces and hide in my bedroom switching all of my clothes for ones that are just a smidge too small. Sneaky little devil's.
Those pesky kids won't get me next year with their pig-tails and bubbly little schpeel. I'm on to their game.