I am on my lunch hour. I ate my lunch, and then went down to my truck to let Echo out for a minute. On my way back, I see my reflection in the windows of the stores I am passing, deciding that I am fat beyond words and really need to diet. I walked the block and a half back to work, and by the time I got there, I was thinking about who I could hit up that might have chocolate. See how long the diet thought lasted? So I get back to my desk, and lo and behold, there are two boxes of "Thin Mints" on my desk that I bought from one of my boss' kids a month ago. So as I sit here happily munching away ... I ponder the irony of calling them "thin" mints. There's nothing thin about them, or me, when I am done with them.
But oh man are they good.