tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780184359010288124.post7346257845947229806..comments2011-11-15T09:23:12.672-06:00Am I doing okay?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341304561253341505noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780184359010288124.post-44455076794290324702009-02-28T18:25:00.000-06:002009-02-28T18:25:00.000-06:00HA HA HA! Oh gosh. That is really NOT GOOD.movin' down the roadhttp://movindowntheroad.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780184359010288124.post-15933754056458980072009-02-28T15:22:00.000-06:002009-02-28T15:22:00.000-06:00Snicker - snort! I was a Girl Scout and later a Leader and Leader Trainer, but I've never been Cookie Mom. Thank heavens!Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11647906900944224234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780184359010288124.post-63419767182834892822009-02-26T16:02:00.000-06:002009-02-26T16:02:00.000-06:00As far as I am concerned Girl Scout cookies exists for two reasons: to make me hate my scales more than I already do, and to torture moms. Ella's FIRST year as a GS was wonderful, and then cookie time rolled around. The other mothers in the group started telling me how fun it was to be "cookie mom" and since I wanted to be "super mom" I took the job. On the way to the car that night I started thinking about those weird smiles they all had on and the way they clapped when I took the job. It proved to be the worst job I have ever had, even worse than the laundry mat job in Commerce. All that said, the next year I was grinning and clapping my ass off when another newbie volunteered to be cookie mom! Good luckMeccanoreply@blogger.com