Once upon a time in a land far far away, right next to Portland.
There was an emergency of epic proportions.
Bloating, crabbiness and general if it has a wanker I hate it, tidal wave was about to make landfall.
So what was a girl to do?
She gets on the bat phone with a direct line to her Girl Scout Cookie Mom.
It went something like this:
JP1: P? It's J, I need whatever cookies you have left, STAT. It's dire situation over here.
P: I can deliver them in about an hour.
JP1: P you are a godsend , I love you. Only give them to SP, not the children this is VITAL.
P: I love you too..
JP1: Shawn its J, I need you to have 8 bucks for P in an hour.
SP1: Why? wait........ P is bringing more cookies?
JP1: Shut up and don't ask questions, give her the money take said cookies, just like a street meth deal. Easy Peasy.
SP1: What kind are they?
JP1: ***** crickets****** Touch one box and you will never see me naked ever again.
SP1: Oh shit what day is this?
Then last night like magic, two boxes of these little lovelies appeared on my nightstand.
Every Woman needs a Girl Scout Mom, they are very handy in an emergency.
I think P earned her Red Cross Badge !
FYI: Shawn wont ever see me naked again, he ate half a box before I got home.
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