Is your lemonade made from real lemons? Are your Girl Scout cookies made from real Girl Scouts?

Ah, cookie time has ended yet again. May I just say, I love cookies. Cookie was my first word, and to this day I'll fight anyone over the last oreo in the box.

This tends to be my favorite time of year. Little girls, learning about responsibility, entrepreneurship, and hocking baked goods to random passers-by.


Ah, delicious. Even on a computer screen.

In my case, I don't actually know anyone in Girl Scouts or with kids in Girl Scouts.
This leads me to be super-creepy around my office, asking anyone who nears my desk if they have young daughters. After the initial weird look, I usually get a no. I eventually learned to ask straight out if someone had a cookie connection, making it sound almost illicit, but much less pedophiliac.

Fortunately, we had a new person start working here right at the open of cookie time. Her first day, within our first conversation, I asked. And as luck would have it, her daughter is in Girl Scouts and was selling them.

So I got 14 boxes. I'm not even kidding.
I gave some out as gifts and thank you's for helping me out on various things.

Then I got 6 more boxes. Bringing my total to $80 spent on cookies.
I have about 5 boxes left. I've been saving the good ones for myself.

I think what I love most about these cookies (aside from the deliciousness) is the fact that I spent $80 dollars on cookies and instead of looking like gluttony, it looks like generosity.