Thin Mint Restraining Order

I hear them. I've been hearing them for a week now. The high pitched squeels, the whispers behind my back as I pass by the refrigerator, the plaintive wails in the middle of the night...


The Thin Mints are stalking me. 

Our house is filled with Girl Scout cookies. Kaitlyn sold about 200 boxes and until they are delivered, they are here. In front of me. Beckoning me. Stalking me at night. I have, for the most part, ignored their taunts. I am not a robot, I've had a few here or there. I can take or leave most of them, but the Thin Mints are my kryptonite.

Sure, you can eat just one Thin Mint. One SLEEVE. I think it's genius on the part of the baker and the Girl Scouts to package these in sleeves because it makes it so easy to keep eating because you really don't know how many you had to begin with--unlike the Somoas who are packaged in their own plastic beds that make it painfully obvious how many you've had. GRRR.

So, now that the Thin Mints have invaded my freezer (duh, who doesn't keep them in the freezer!?), what do I do? Hurry up and eat them all? :) Throw them away? (I'm pretty sure that's illegal and against the Girl Scout Promise) How about savor the one or two cookies (not sleeves) that I build into my daily food intake and be done with it?

If I can do that, I will have truly come a long way. Perhaps the Thin Mints and I can coexist peacefully after all...