I am a little psychotic about my Thin Mints. I hoard them, I love them, I eat way too many off them. Thank goodness they can only be purchased once a year!
Seriously, they have to be laced with some kind of illegal substance. How else could they be so addicting? Those sneaky girl scouts!
When I was pregnant with Adeline, I went in for a monthly doctor's appointment. I gained 12 pounds that month, and I had to tell Dr. Sarver that it was all Thin Mints (I went to Wal-Mart two weekends in a row when they were selling them out front, and re-loaded up. I now have a rule that I only get what I originally order. I have forbidden myself from getting anywhere near Wal-Mart or Sam's Club on Saturday!)
Restricting myself to the six boxes that I originally ordered has made me a little nuttier about hoarding them. Seriously, can the kids appreciate the pure joy of a Thin Mint?
I try to only eat them when I'm alone, so I don't have to share. Unfortunately, that doesn't always work. So I figured it out. When the kids say "mommy can I have one of your cookies?" I sweetly say "Sure honey, let me get you one."
Then, I reach into the cabinet and pull out one of these
Keebler Grasshopper cookies. For the record, I don't like them. They are a sad imitation of a Thin Mint and have a weird texture.
BUT...kids can't tell the difference!
So I get to be the nice mom that shares her cookies, but I don't actually have to share any of my cookies!
I feel so smart.
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