Back in the day, when I was just a mom, I wasn't just a mom. I was, COOKIE MOM! If you know what that is, then you are impressed. You are impressed because you know that it means you are responsible for ordering and tracking hundreds of boxes of Girl Scout cookies as well as reserving the best sales booth opportunities. Oh, and the prizes. You must make sure that the girls get their rewards which are figured by some formula that rivals Einstein's theory of relativity. If you screw any part of it up, you could bankrupt your troop, cause little girl's to cry, be stuck with 50 boxes of low fat lemon cookies that nobody likes, or...worst of all...get a call from Cookie Manager mom. The memory of that still causes me to shutter. It is truly worse than being called by the Popcorn Colonel. I became cookie mom because somebody else was kind enough to step forward and offer to be the Girl Scout leader. The fact that I agreed to be Cookie Mom for her more than once should tell you how much respect and appreciation I have for her. That wonderful person happened to be sitting in front of me at the school play tonight. She said possibly the best thing I have heard in months. She told me that she remembered how much I said I loved my job when she saw me at the beginning of the summer.
Estrella, thanks for the reminder.
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