So...I was sitting at the desk in the office, still cursing blogger when the door bell rang.
Lickety split, the sweet dog we adopted turned into the Hound from Hell, running and throwing herself at front door to protect her meal tickets from ringing door bell which only I and said dog can hear! (Whew...out of breath...run on sentence!)
But...Hubby can hear Hound from Hell though...
I stay, bottom firmly planted to my chair, while Hubby answers door.
He says..."It's a girl scout!"
I, who have not eaten anything fun in weeks, weak from fighting off brownies and sore from Pilates answer " Tell Satan's Spawn to move along!"
To which my husband answers his usual answer..."WWWWWHHHHHAAAAATTTTT?
So like a person who is weak from hunger and lacking any God given sense...I yell
"Tell Satan's Spawn to move along!" just as my Hubby is opening the door.
Little girl scout couldn't decide if she was more afraid of actual Hound of Hell in front of her or Unimaginable Scary Lady in the other room!
Hubby takes forever telling her "No, thanks!" because... he wasn't telling her "No, thanks!"
It would seem sweet girl scout's father was standing right beside his sweet daughter and he wasn't amused by me at all! So, My Hubby being of good sound diplomatic mind bought two boxes!!!
Two boxes that I will eat...I am sure!
However, I might get to keep living in the neighborhood!