We are waiting to have our taxes done and I see it, my nemesis.
I eye it and then look away, glancing occasionally wanting it.
I think 'oh no, you're not going to get me this time.'
We get called into the office and get our taxes done.
We start leaving and I think all I have to do is go out the door without looking at it.
Hippie says "Do you want some?"
The moment of truth. The temptation too great I say "Yes."
I walk out with two boxes of Trifold Girl Scout cookies. Darn!! I almost got away!