I have been mourning the demise of my brain cells ever since I started having babies and stopped getting enough sleep at night. For a while there, I thought I could actually feel my brain turning to mush. One of the consequences of a mushy brain is forgetfulness. Never have I missed my brain so much as tonight when my forgetfulness has peaked. Did I commit to be in two places at the same time for the umpteenth time? No. Did I leave a hose on for eight hours again? No. Did I get ready for bed before realizing that one of my children was still at a friend's house? No. (Side note: I've only done that twice before. When you think of the thousands of nights that I HAVE remembered all my children, that's not a bad track record.) It's much worse than all of those. I've misplaced my Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies!Back in the days of my sugar fast, I purchased two boxes of cookies and tucked them under the sleeping bags in the garage for safe keeping until I could eat them. I finally remembered about them last week, and after searching for only ten minutes I miraculously found them. I felt bad not sharing them, so I opened one cellophane bag and shared with the children. Then I put the opened bag back in the box and away in a high cupboard, not really believing that would deter my kids but it was worth a try. (It actually worked, though it didn't deter me and Kent.) The unopened bag I hid for my personal use in a very safe and not-at-all-obvious spot. It's so un-obvious that I have no idea where it is now. I've checked all the regular spots: on top of my dresser; in my sock drawer; behind books on the shelf; in between the folders in my filing cabinet. When my regular spots failed, I moved on to locked cabinets, inside my china bowls, and under the sleeping bags again. No luck! Wherever I hid them, it's a great spot!
I'm trying to tell myself that the cookies store well and the day I come across them will be better than finding forgotten cash in a coat pocket. But really, since I can't go to an ATM and pull out a box of Thin Mints, I don't know if I can be that patient. Maybe I should just delete this post in the hopes that I will forget I ever bought the cookies in the first place. I suppose chances are pretty good that will happen anyway if I just wait a day or two.
7 comments:
That is horrible. I hope you find it fast. Nothing like saving a treat and then not getting it when your ready. I hope Kent didn't find it first or something.
Sorry about the misplaced cookies! I hope they make their appearance soon! This year, I've decided that girl scout thin mints aren't really better than the Keebler Grasshoppers, so I didn't buy any. But I am still madly addicted to the Thin Mint ice cream! ::swoon:: I love it so much!
have you checked in your couch? Last I remember, your couch was the keeper of all kinds of good treats. If they're not there, I'm sure you'll find something tasty.
BTW, I made Oh Henry bars yesterday and ate at least 3/4 of the pan myself.
Yes, by all means find the cookies before they get stale. It's something you're going to have to do for yourself, however, because you can't alert the troops to help – then you'd have to share. Ah, nothing like a secret stash. Too bad carrots don't stash secretly as well as cookies.
Update:
Christy, I did look in and under my couches. I turned them upside down and found lots of writing utensils and Legos, no food, and only one quarter. (Not nearly as profitable as last time.)
Charlotte predicted the outcome, though. Friday night, Kent was leaving to watch the Jazz game at a friend's house and wisely decided he should take a snack to share. Unwisely, he remembered that I had purchased Girl Scout cookies. He opened a cupboard I had already looked through several times, saying, "Where are those Thin Mints? Oh never mind. I found them." !!! He happened to catch a glance at my surprised and dismayed face, because that really was the only good snack we had to share, and in his pity he handed me four cookies before taking the rest with him.
I ate one of those cookies and hid the other three in another very secret spot that I know I'll come across soon, even if I forget I put cookies there: they are with my packets of vegetable seeds.
Once I stuck a box in the back of my freezer. That way, when I forgot about them and came across them, they would still be good. It worked well.
I might add . . .
One time when my car window was broken out, I parked at school with thin mints on the back seat. I actually was more concerned that someone would steal my thin mints than I was that someone might steal the car stereo.
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