It was just like her sister to promise something for which there was no chance of fulfillment.
So yet again, when her sister pledged to buy multiple boxes of Girl Scout cookies, she mentally noted the number of Thin Mints she would have rattling around her house for the next few years. She didn’t like Thin Mints, her sister’s favorite. To her, Thin Mints were like chocolate-coated cockroaches, capable of enduring nuclear winter unscathed, and just as tasty. The only treats she detested more were Peeps – currently in display in their full glory at every store for the holiday season. Gross.