Erica Lucke Dean

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pssst...got cookies?

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Has the world ended and I didn’t get the memo?

I mean…it’s less than a week until March and I haven’t seen a single Girl Scout selling cookies. Isn’t it about that time? Has my internal clock reset itself? I distinctly feel the unshakeable craving for a line of Thin Mints, fresh from the freezer.

I can almost hear the familiar crackle of the clear wrapping as I tear it open with my teeth, and the snap of the first cookie as I bite into the cool, minty goodness. Just thinking about it starts the tingle at the tip of my fingers as I long to rip open a brand new box!

Can someone please tell me if I should be having heart palpatations at the mere memory of the taste? I keep checking out that picture right there and I’m seriously considering taking a bite out of my laptop! Does anyone know a Girl Scout I can talk to? Or an addiction counselor? I knew I had a thing for chocolate, but since when does a picture of a cookie send a person into withdrawl? The addiction is real people…real, I tell you!

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Ok…I need to get a handle on this. I’ve done an internet search to see if they’re selling cookies in my area, and I’ve come up blank.

Yeah…I know. You don’t have to say anything. I can feel an intervention coming, and I haven’t even touched my first cookie.

It’s going to be a long spring.

Until the next time…I’ll be calling my local Girl Scouts to pre-order a case.

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