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hear_the_voices) wrote2009-11-14 08:40 pm
hear_the_voices) wrote2009-11-14 08:40 pm
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Anna loves the day the Girl Scout Cookies arrive.
Her mom is the troop's Cookie Mom, and so all the cases and cases of cookie arrive and then Anna gets to help sort them out, neat piles for each of her friends in the troop with the right number of Thin Mints and Tagalongs and Do-si-dos. And then everyone comes and picks their cookies up, and they have pizza for dinner, because Mommy never wants to cook on Cookie Day, and Thin Mints for dessert.
Only today, after everyone has picked up their cookies, the garage is still awfully full of cases and cases and cases.
Anna doesn't think all these are hers. She sold a lot, this year, but this is a whole lot.
There are always some extras, because when you go deliver them, people will ask if they can't get one more box of Samoas or something, and because they sell them in front of the grocery store every year.
But there aren't usually this many, and Mommy doesn't usually look all upset.
And then Daddy gets home, and there's no room for his car because of all the cookies, and he looks at Mommy.
"No one's been yet, Amy?" he asks.
"Everyone's been," Mommy says. "Deedee went insane."
Deedee is Mrs. Phelps, who is the troop leader.
"She ordered all these extras, Rich. And she says it's because she wants to inspire the girls to set higher goals and make sure they all get really nice prizes this year and earn money for the troop, but you will never convince me she's not just trying to outsell her sister's troop in Cleveland, and we will never sell all these."
Daddy gives her a look, and Mommy looks over at Anna.
It's the look that means anything interesting she might have gotten to hear is pretty much over.
"Anna, honey," her mother says, "do you want pepperoni on the pizza?"
"Okay," Anna says.
Darn it.
The pizza comes, and they eat in the living room, watching a Marx Brothers movie, and Anna doesn't understand why her parents laugh at some of the things they laugh at, but she likes the part on the boat with all the hard-boiled eggs and the people in the little room, and when they fall out into the hallway.
Somewhere in the middle of it, during one of the boring singing scenes, Anna goes to get a box of Thin Mints from the garage, and fix three glasses of milk.
At least, that was the plan . . .
Her mom is the troop's Cookie Mom, and so all the cases and cases of cookie arrive and then Anna gets to help sort them out, neat piles for each of her friends in the troop with the right number of Thin Mints and Tagalongs and Do-si-dos. And then everyone comes and picks their cookies up, and they have pizza for dinner, because Mommy never wants to cook on Cookie Day, and Thin Mints for dessert.
Only today, after everyone has picked up their cookies, the garage is still awfully full of cases and cases and cases.
Anna doesn't think all these are hers. She sold a lot, this year, but this is a whole lot.
There are always some extras, because when you go deliver them, people will ask if they can't get one more box of Samoas or something, and because they sell them in front of the grocery store every year.
But there aren't usually this many, and Mommy doesn't usually look all upset.
And then Daddy gets home, and there's no room for his car because of all the cookies, and he looks at Mommy.
"No one's been yet, Amy?" he asks.
"Everyone's been," Mommy says. "Deedee went insane."
Deedee is Mrs. Phelps, who is the troop leader.
"She ordered all these extras, Rich. And she says it's because she wants to inspire the girls to set higher goals and make sure they all get really nice prizes this year and earn money for the troop, but you will never convince me she's not just trying to outsell her sister's troop in Cleveland, and we will never sell all these."
Daddy gives her a look, and Mommy looks over at Anna.
It's the look that means anything interesting she might have gotten to hear is pretty much over.
"Anna, honey," her mother says, "do you want pepperoni on the pizza?"
"Okay," Anna says.
Darn it.
The pizza comes, and they eat in the living room, watching a Marx Brothers movie, and Anna doesn't understand why her parents laugh at some of the things they laugh at, but she likes the part on the boat with all the hard-boiled eggs and the people in the little room, and when they fall out into the hallway.
Somewhere in the middle of it, during one of the boring singing scenes, Anna goes to get a box of Thin Mints from the garage, and fix three glasses of milk.
At least, that was the plan . . .