Assaulted by the Cookie Pushers

It’s Girl Scout cookie season and this new breed of Scouts is gangsta.  I mean they are everywhere.  Outside the grocery story.  At the gas station convenience store.  At the library.  I even saw a few setting up a table in a strip mall not far from a gym.  Gangsta.  With a capital G.

Like all former Girl Scouts, I am bound to buy as many boxes of those darn cookies as I am physically able to carry.  Plus, I love Thin Mints®.  Win Win. 

After a grueling work schedule and even more grueling toddler activity schedule I needed a happy place – cue Anita Baker cause I found what brings me joy – Thin Mints and Basil Hayden.  When I tell you joy.  I mean J.O.Y.  Mr. Basil paired so well with my cookies, that I went back for seconds.   I savored the quiet, my bourbon and my Thin Mints…

And then the prince woke up and asked me what I was eating.? I had to quote one of my favorite sermons – ‘you can’t steal my joy’.  Nope. Nah.  Sorry. It’s past your bed time, I can’t hear you because you’re asleep. 

What’s your joy?

Cheers
~Kimberly Elise

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