An adorable girl scout just came by my desk to deliver unto me the most holy and sacred of snacks – The Girl Scout Cookie! I had placed an order a month or so ago, when her mom, an employee here, had put the order form out in our lounge. But never did I expect the boxes to be hand delivered! By a red headed moppet who is missing her front teeth, no less.
Which reminds me… I want to be 8 years old again. Yesterday was the birthday of another coworkers daughter, her 8th. This happens to be one of my favorite of coworker kids, I’ve known her since she was a little toddler thing. Her mom, one of my many ex-bosses here at my P.O.E., had an office full of toys I was looking through yesterday. And I have to say, I wanted to take home each and every one. The Easy Bake Oven, the Hot wheels Starter Kit, the art supplies… all of it. The new bike her grandma got her, which was not in the office. Why can’t I be 8 years old again? Actually, can I just be my age, but have the toys? it would be SoooOOOOoooo Fun!