The girl scouts aren’t big on the door to door in our neighborhood. In the last 14 years, they have knocked on our door with cookies exactly, um, never.

That didn’t used to be a problem because I used to regularly run into an over-zealous scout-momaunt. Ironically, she was also a Weightwatchers Coach, which meant she bullied you into ordering cookies and then lectured you about how she had too much moral character and willpower to eat things like cookies herself but she wasn’t judging you because she understands that people have deep psychological problems that compel them to eat things like cookies and after we were done using cookies to try to fill the deep, deep, abyss in our unstable psyche we should come see her about joining Weight Watchers.

It was fun. Like intense bowel pain.

It was a good reverse-psychology type sales approach, now that I think about it, because I’m sure we all bought extra cases of cookies just to spite her.

But I digress…

Thanks to the magic of the internet you can locate all of the planned cookie booths in the DC area. I don’t go places like the grocery store, so I don’t randomly run into girl scouts, so I think this is an extremely useful thing.