It’s Girl Scout Cookie time, and my husband has just informed me that he ordered six boxes from one of Zoe’s friend’s from the neighborhood. My first question for him was this: How many boxes of Thin Mints did you order? His response: Three.

Three boxes of Thin Mints, and they are all for me!

This is one of the perks of living in a house with two people who do not like mint flavored food. Of course, he’s willing to try any gross thing they serve on Survivor, yet the Thin Mints will not touch his lips. Zoe, who will not eat any thing other than chicken fingers, Cheetos, bananas, and grapes ( and a couple other things), doesn’t like mint either.

Her and I were at Macy’s the other day and there is a gumball machine at the Origin’s counter, well how was I supposed to know that those white gumballs would be mint flavored???? She practically ran to the nearest garbage can to spit out her gumball, holding it in her mouth very carefully so that it did not touch a single taste bud.

The first year we were married, a girl scout came to the door while I was at work and my husband was home alone. I don’t remember how many boxes of cookies he ordered, but let me just say this, he did not order one single box of Thin Mints. Apparantly during our courtship we had never gone over our Girl Scout cookie likes and dislikes. I didn’t know he didn’t like Thin Mints, and he didn’t know that I coveted them like the Holy Grail.

So let that be a lesson to all you unmarried folks out there, if you want your spouse to order you Thin Mints, you should probably put it in your wedding vows, or at least go over the scenario should a girl scout come to the door when the other isn’t home.

(Cross posted @ I’m Just Saying)