Every year brings the same old-same old New Year's Resolution.
The Hubster's birthday comes early and I get by, eating baked fish and broccoli. Valentine's Day comes and I open the cards and throw the candy away.
Easter comes and I look away from the candy and cry myself to sleep at night.
And then come the Girl Scouts.
I do pretty well. I think I got by with two or three during last year's diet. Not-a-one the three years before that.
This year, though, is different.
This year, both of my girl are selling Girl Scout cookies.
Heaven help me.
(And please email me if you'd like to order!)