The Addict

"Hello, my name is Memphis and I am a Girl-Scout-Cookie-aholic."

"Hi, Memphis!"

"It all started when my mom agreed to be the cookie mom for my sister's Brownie troop. Hundreds of boxes lined the walls in our home every January. Thin Mints, Tag-a-Longs, Samoas...you name it, we had it. Those cookies called my name day and night. I would tear open boxes causing my mom to go nuts about having to buy another box. I would climb the shelves in the pantry, grab a box of chocolaty-minty Thin Mints, hide in a corner and devour as many as I could before my crunching gave me away. Then my mom would whisk me to the bathroom to wipe the goodness that had escaped off of my mouth and she would mutter something about my shirt being trash now. It only got worse from there. I know I'm an addict, but truth be told, I'm just not ready to give it up yet. Maybe I'll be back in March when cookie sales are over."

"Bye, Memphis!"

Misdirection

Cody went to Girl Scout camp this past weekend. She had a great time hiking and swimming and bonding with the girls in her troop. I think it was really, really good for her to do new things with girls her own age. She can't wait to go back.

While she was there, she sent me a postcard. I got it yesterday. In the message section it simply says "I love you Mommy," which is perfectly cute all on it's own. But, the address section is so precious that I will be saving this postcard forever:

Mommy
456-7890

(Of course that's not our real phone number, so please don't call it. Unless you're still 14 and enjoy that sort of thing.)
It's good to know that she has our phone number memorized, maybe it's time to work on the address?