At Starbucks today, six of the cutest little Girl Scouts and their lovely mothers were selling cookies.
Under the California Adorable Law, it was mandatory for me to buy their cookies.
My wallet was still trying to catch its breath as I traded its contents for Thin Mints.
Now my pants' waistband is suspiciously asking, "What are you going to do with those?" I have a feeling it and I will soon no longer be on speaking terms.
With Love To All - Dick
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