This year, I really wanted to help the Girl Scouts raise money, but I can’t be in the same room with Thin Mints or Tagalongs without devouring them immediately. The compromise was to buy a couple of boxes from a co-worker and dispatch them to the break room, pronto, before they damaged my thighs.

I still managed to stuff FIVE cookies in my mouth before foisting them on the office. To my relief, most of them were gone by the time I got to work the next morning. Now the Girl Scouts are a little richer and my butt is no bigger than it was on Monday. It’s a happy ending for all (so to speak).