Dear Children Of Mine,

please hurry home to eat the Do-si-do's!!!
Your poor mommy is having some issues.
She has had some not-so-pleasant do-si-doing going on.....
Save her from her torment and all the icky stuff that goes with it!



Just when I thought it was safe to take the remaining supply of Girl Scout cookies from my office to my home, I hit a major traffic jam.
Tail lights as far as the eye could see.
It was late. I wanted to get home.
I had a headache.
I was switching radio stations looking for some tunes to hold me over.
And, I really had to go to the bathroom.....
I needed some help.
Some major assistance.
And, there, sitting beside me was a bag filled to the brim with boxes of Girl Scout cookies. And, right on top.....the Do Si Dos.
Those darling little oatmeal, peanut butter filled sandwich cookies...my absolute fav!
They promised salvation.
I swear they did.....

Four cookies and 2 blocks later......it happened.
That awful, horrible, painful, disgusting feeling.
The Do-si-dos and my Lap band were wrestling.....
And, the Lap band was winning.....
And, I was at least 2 miles from the closest fast food joint...where I could use the bathroom.
Now, I really needed help.....

And, you think I would have learned.
But......no.
When I got home.....dishes were piled in the sink.
My energy was zapped and dinner prospects were nil.
The trash needed emptied and the recycling was spilling out on the floor.
I knew I had to run to the store to get supplies for Spring Break......milk and cereal for Vince, apples and oatmeal for Toni
I was tired.
I needed energy.
A cup of tea sounded heavenly.
And, wouldn't a Do-si-do go really well with that tea?

Two Do-si-dos and a 1/4 cup of tea later......
Wrestling match #2 began.....

Hurry home Vince and Toni!!!!