Those Girl Scouts, and their insidiously scrumptious cookies, have sooo got my number. Down to the decimal point. They have me in their little grubby patch-happy hands. Mwahahaha, they say every year, when they come by with their Caramel Delites and their Thin Mints and some other kind of cookie that I sampled today that involved chocolate-covered peanut butter crackers. I am doomed.
More layoffs, more layoffs, more layoffs. A part of me almost wants to be laid off - to shake me into a state of deer-in-the-headlights discombobulation, instability, return-to-my-roots type of thing. (Though a fat severance package wouldn't hurt.)
