And I’m not talking about left-over valentine candy. I can never resist these, and there were some new choices this year that I had to try.  I only ate one box on the way home, but they are a lot smaller now than they used to be — and a lot pricier too!

This morning, opened the second box to accompany my completely-faux cuppa:  decaf expresso, stevia, and whipped up skim milk.  Trust me, it’s really good, especially in a favorite cup.

Only one year, only one daughter was a Brownie and I signed up to be the troop cookie chairman.  Then they were 12-ounce boxes (6 now) and $1.00 a box ($4.00 now)  I was supposed to balance the cash with the cookies every night and every night I either had to put in an extra $1 or eat a box of cookies to make it come out right.

I am sorry to say that buying Girl Scout cookies reminded of something troubling:  a couple of months I declined to buy a Christmas tree from a neighborhood Boy Scout.  I didn’t tell him why, but I just couldn’t do it.  The Boy Scouts are facing a hard question just now and I certainly hope they get it right so I can buy their stuff in the future.  I have to wonder how a little boy might feel if his mom or dad could not be a den leader.  I have to wonder how a boy feels when he grows up and has earned his right to be an Eagle Scout only recently to have realized that he is gay and that he cannot accept the award with a clear conscious.   Hard questions need to be asked and answered.  I actually believe that private organizations can exclude anyone they don’t approve of,  and I can decline to join them, support them, or allow my children to join them.  Or to buy their Christmas trees.  Sorry, guys.  Maybe that works for you but not for me.