consumed by cookies

when brian said i was biting off more than i could chew with girl scout's, he must have known something i didn't. he must have known about the cookies(enter horror film voice here). he must have known that my attempt at delegating the cookie sale would fail miserably. he must have known that cookies would take over our home, haunt my dreams, and halt this blog.

he must have known, because he did not protest too much, that crazy cookie time would also bring out the best in some people- that tiff would create a color-coded spreadsheet to ease my pain, that strangers would donate to the troop on account of their cuteness, and that aunties/grandmas/friends/co-workers would sell hundreds of boxes on mia's behalf.

instead of serving me a heaping platter of 'i told you so', brian's been handing out boatloads of help. one of the other leaders asked how in the world i was handling everything without a 'cookiemom.' i had to fire my cookiemom, but i'm lucky enough to be the only leader in the entire council with a handsome cookiedad.