Resistance Is Wearing Thin

And here I was doing so well: avoiding eye contact, not caving to the pressures of the toothy, and sometimes toothless smiles, the rationale of helping out a worth-while organization. But then the annual call that I try to resist happened. I had to buy Girl Scout cookies.

One of my super nice coworkers' daughters is selling temptation in a box, so I felt I should help out the cute little youngling. My friend, Jill, told me, "You purchased the cookies to benefit the Girl Scouting organization. As a consequence, your good intentions cancel out the calorie content of the cookies."  I love Jill. Bet my doctor doesn't.

I should just listen to the Borg earlier in the month: Resistance is futile.