There's no time for lazing in a sick bed when it's Girl Scout Cookie time. People ain't kidding around about this -- I've had people stopping me in the street, wanting to buy cookies!
So, we had our cookie pickup at the warehouse on Saturday morning, and then I had my troop distribution later that same day. One cookie booth sale yesterday afternoon saw us selling 146 boxes, and one booth sale today garnered us another 87 boxes in sales. I've been schlepping cookies all weekend, and I'm tired. My feet hurt, and I need another day off to recuperate from my long weekend.
In yet another instance where I've determined that CCW and I share the same brain, I discovered that I woefully underordered. Demands for certain types of cookies fluctuates from year to year, and I never know whether what sold like gangbusters last year will sell as well this year. There are some constants -- we always know to orders lots of Thin Mints and lots of Trefoils (shortbread.) Those always sell. Some of the others are a little more problematical. Last year, I sold virtually no Do-Si-Dos (peanut butter/oatmeal sandwich) and this year, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel for them. So, I have my reorder in, and was going around town this morning trying to beg, borrow, or buy a case of Thin Mints.
Some of you may remember that last year, I got rather lobsterfied at a cookie booth -- who knew you could fry so in the overcast February sun?!?! -- and I'm pleased to inform you that I did turn pink-cheeked, but not to the extent as last year, and at least it's on both sides of my face this year.
I'm taking the lazy way out and going to pick up subs for my family for dinner, and I'm calling it a night!