Darn those yummy, ever-delicious, hip-widening, $3.50 (holy cow) boxes of Girl Scout Peanut Butter Patties and the cute little sprouts who sell them. Granted they are not all little some of them look to be a bit older, I don’t even know how old you can be in Girl Scouts anymore. I’m not bitter or anything, I never made it to a full fledge Girl Scout, our Brownie Troop got disbanded sometime around 2nd grade I think. I’m pretty sure I remember the event that lead to the disbanding also.
It happened something like this – there were about 6 of us, all good friends, went to the same school, hung out together (yeah we had a click in Pre-K, kidding!), etc… Camille’s mom was the “leader”, she was also the computer lab teacher at our school, and just happened to be about our height. We were all over at her house out in the country (actually on the middle of a ranch, full on with chickens, cows, etc) and she had this sweet tree house minus the tree setup – two stories high. It had a fireman pole in the center, a metal slide, all sorts of cool toys to play with – you know the kind you envy and then go home a try to build in your own yard from scrap lumber. Well anyway, we had taken her little wiener dog up in the tree house and were going to send him down the slide into Camille’s arms but she missed and he sprained his leg or something and it ended up costing them money on a vet trip so well, er I am pretty sure that was a turning point in the Brownie Troop that caused too much trouble.
We all continued to remain friends, the whole lot of us causing mischief all the way through high school. 🙂 I still remember riding one of Camille’s bikes (she was shorter than I, yes all you are chortling, shorter) and she had wooden blocks on her pedals, guess what, she had them on her car pedals too! Ah, good ol’ memories! Oh yes, about 1/4 of the darn cookies somehow magically disappeared into my stomach today.
Darn those yummy, ever-delicious, hip-widening, $3.50 (holy cow) boxes of Girl Scout Peanut Butter Patties and the cute little sprouts who sell them. Granted they are not all little some of them look to be a bit older, I don’t even know how old you can be in Girl Scouts anymore. I’m not bitter or anything, I never made it to a full fledge Girl Scout, our Brownie Troop got disbanded sometime around 2nd grade I think. I’m pretty sure I remember the event that lead to the disbanding also.
It happened something like this – there were about 6 of us, all good friends, went to the same school, hung out together (yeah we had a click in Pre-K, kidding!), etc… Camille’s mom was the “leader”, she was also the computer lab teacher at our school, and just happened to be about our height. We were all over at her house out in the country (actually on the middle of a ranch, full on with chickens, cows, etc) and she had this sweet tree house minus the tree setup – two stories high. It had a fireman pole in the center, a metal slide, all sorts of cool toys to play with – you know the kind you envy and then go home a try to build in your own yard from scrap lumber. Well anyway, we had taken her little wiener dog up in the tree house and were going to send him down the slide into Camille’s arms but she missed and he sprained his leg or something and it ended up costing them money on a vet trip so well, er I am pretty sure that was a turning point in the Brownie Troop that caused too much trouble.
We all continued to remain friends, the whole lot of us causing mischief all the way through high school. 🙂 I still remember riding one of Camille’s bikes (she was shorter than I, yes all you are chortling, shorter) and she had wooden blocks on her pedals, guess what, she had them on her car pedals too! Ah, good ol’ memories! Oh yes, about 1/4 of the darn cookies somehow magically disappeared into my stomach today.
