Here it is St. Patrick's Day. My first "wearin' o' the green" with Ciarrán. Woot!
While I look forward to sharing the day with a bonafide tatting leprechaun, I do have one mean, green rant to vent.
I have not eaten a single Girl Scout cookie yet this year. No thin mints. No Do-Si-Dos. No Tagalongs. Not even one of those smelly Lemon Chalet Creams. This is a crisis.
Show me the cookiesAt the risk of sounding like the Clara Peller of cookie-dom, where have all the Girl Scouts gone?
Not a single green sash or vested gal has graced my doorstep these past three years. Usually I see a table set up outside of the grocery store with girls hawking cookie boxes. This year, nary a representative of the Girl Scout movement is anywhere to be seen.
Luckily for you, I did find this cookie locator online. If not for that, y'all would have suffered through a fractured Bonnie Tyler lyric. (Think "Holding Out for a Hero," only crying out for a cookie!)
Good luck trying to get that song out of your head. Hope you have a cookie handy.
Today the sun is shining and I have high hopes of getting out of the house.
With a bit of the "luck o' the Irish," I will go ISO cookies to add to the rapture of warm rays and you all will be spared more fiendishly fractured songs or pallid poetry!
Tomorrow - Watch for a giveaway announcement.