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I never can seem to get myself any Girl Scout cookies. You'd think if they wanted to sell those suckers they'd make it easier to get your hands on them.

Today when I was at the grocery store not one but two people stopped me to ask me questions. It was like I had a hat on that read "ASK ME." (I did not.) It was very odd, b/c grocery shopping is typically a very introverted event for me. You have all these people around you, and yet, you're all alone. But this rather rushed-looking youngish woman carrying a bottle of hair conditioner asked me, "Do you shop here a lot?" When I answered in the affirmative, she said, "Where are the razors?" I hated to have to tell her that they're on the aisle she just walked out of. Makes me feel like I'm being set up.

Then an older lady practically rammed me head-on with her cart. I just looked up and there she was. "I've never tried the Stouffer's macaroni and cheese," she says, looking into my cart. "Is is good?" I told her that it was, but what I really wanted to say was, "No, it's horrid, but I'm not choosy about what I feed my family. I hardly love them at all."

What I'd really like for someone to ask me is, "Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?"

I'm making a homemade carrot cake. It's made with baby food carrots so that there's no grating involved. I'll let you know how that works out for me.

Is there anything decent on TV tonight? I hate when sweeps are over and they suddenly go back to episodes that aren't even from this season. I have a back-up plan though; I rented Gosford Park.

I would be so happy to sell you some Girl Scout cookies!!!

My best carrot cake recipe calls for baby food carrots. Add pineapple, and you've got a GREAT cake.

there's plenty of Girl Scouts in my neck of the woods. But, it always wasn't like that. I had to find someone that knew someone. Kinda shady now that I think about it... I love me some Samoas.

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