To Daniel, by j and a

Standard

This post (or plea) is for Daniel, our dad’s carpool buddy and seller of his daughter’s Girl Scout cookies.

Dear Daniel,

We need your help.

A and I are aware that it is Girl Scout cookie time. We are aware because our father, your co-worker and fellow carpooler, told us. Our reaction? Get on it. As in, order a case of delicious Thin Mints.

20121007-231926.jpg

We love those Thin Mints. A and I prefer to freeze those suckers, because holy heck, that is the only way to eat them.

20121007-231830.jpg

And we also love those Girl Scouts. They do awesome work like this.

Here’s the deal:

Last night, A came home after a long day of answering phones at her part time job to find partially eaten (and frozen!) Thin Mint next to her laptop. A calculated message from our father, saying that yes, he had ordered some Thin Mints, frozen them how we like them, and had hidden them in our house. After a valiant effort, A and I cannot find said Thin Mints. (And to answer your question, yes. My sister did eat that half eaten cookie. Isn’t that just sad?).

This is driving us crazy. We are busy grad students living with our parents. We don’t have time for this kind of Tom-foolery.

Tonight he came to us while we were watching this movie (finally) and presented A with another half eaten, frozen Thin Mint. (And if you’re wondering again, yes, she ate that one, too.)

He’s an evil, evil man.

You see, he thinks that he is justified because of what happened last year.

A and I share the lower part of the house (I refuse to call it the basement) which houses two of our family’s three freezers. He really shouldn’t have elected to keep them in the freezer last year. the freezer is about ten feet away from where we lay down our heads. Very close for a late night cookie run. Just silly.

However, A and I probably shouldn’t have left the empty Thin Mint boxes in the freezer (the equivalent of the horse head in the bed I suppose) after a series of Thin Mint emergencies*.

It appears that our father is a believer of the thought that “revenge is a dish best served cold”. Or frozen, in this case.

He won’t tell us where the Thin Mints are being hidden. It’s a special kind of torture.

So, Daniel. We need your help. We need the Thin Mints. We are begging you. Please tell us that your sweet kidlets have more to sell.

Because we’re pretty sure the ingredients of those cookies includes this little addition to keep us coming back:

20121007-233032.jpg

Signed (hungry and confused),

J & A

*Thin Mint Emergency: (def) a moment in time when you really need a cookie (a frozen Thin Mint) and it’s a really rude moment for any parent to question that need. Just give us the damn cookies!

Advertisements

About weywardsisters

The Three Weyward Sisters first appeared in Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”. It turns out we have more in common with these “weird” sisters than we thought. In the Shakespeare play the sisters represent darkness, chaos and conflict. We’ll leave it up to you to decide which of us represents each. They also usually show up to mark impending doom. Well, we certainly hope that our presence on this little corner of the Interwebs doesn’t mean impending doom for anyone. However, we find our commonalities with the witches in other ways. To be weyward means to be willful, disobedient and to turn away from what is “right or proper”. Those who know us would whole heartedly agree – we are three weyward sisters. We are three headstrong, stubborn (some more than others), obstinate and willful sisters. Read at your own risk.

2 responses »

  1. Daniel, ask for the money first! Anyone who would leave empty boxes in the freezer for their poor hungry father to find cannot be trusted! (;->

    • Oh ya, both of you refused to buy said cookies when Daniel offered them. Typical of young women these days, you want it all for nothing. Do you think money grows on trees? Talk is cheap and so are you two!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s