Pass me a cookie.

I am so pissed off at my self. After going to the grocery store and spending 225 dollars on absolutely nothing, I come home, and the doorbell rings, and I go to the door, and there is a cute little girl with a snotty nose and her father there. I say hello, she coughs and sniffs and says hi, I say you got a cold, and she says a real bad sore throat and I say should you be out in this weather and she says it’s okay. Her dad interrupts our girl talk, in an impatient I wanna go home and watch some really manly television program and not be here selling girl scout cookies, and says she’s selling girl scout cookies, and I say let me get my check book and the rest is history. So, I’m not mad for supporting the girl scouts, I’m not even mad for paying four dollars a box for not that great of cookies, I’m mad because I should have given her the money and told her to keep the cookies, yes, that would have been best, just make a donation. Now, I’m eating these caramel stuffed, coconuts and chocolate cookies and they are gooey and good and I can’t stop. That is what I am mad about.