I'm A Cookie Pusher!

When my best friend Betty and I became parents, we had a laundry list of things we swore we would never do, out of fear of becoming totally "uncool".

Topping that list:  We swore we would never drive minivans.  Swore that we would never give up on mani/pedis.  And swore we would never become "cookie pushers" at work. 

Well, I guess two out of three ain't bad.

Because now that my little Ashley is a Girl Scout Brownie,  I'm hawking cookies like my life depends on it. 

So this is how the other half lives...

I admit, I used to secretly laugh at moms who would get into cookie selling battles at the office.  The people who would cry fowl over territorial rights: "Don't sell your cookies in the sales department, and I won't try to sell mine in the newsroom."

Of course, I've always supported these moms myself.  It's pretty hard to turn down Girl Scout coookies.   I mean, have you ever tasted a Caramel deLight?  Ever dipped a Thin Mint in vanilla ice cream?  Ever dipped a Peanut Butter Pattie... in peanut butter?

My kid wants to sell a thousand boxes so she could win an iPod Nano.  I told her the only way that would happen is if Mommy gives up her job for a week and we set up a booth at the local supermarket.  And that's not going to happen.

I also told her we should really go out and sell the darn cookies door-to-door so she could learn a lesson about what it means to earn something in life.  But with sub-zero temps in the forecast for the next couple of weeks or so, that's probably not going to happen either.

So Mommy's running around the office, hat-in-hand, schlepping cookies. 

And between my two kids, my husband, my friends and my job, I'm overdue for my mani/pedi.

Hmmm. 

Exactly how much mileage can you get on those minivans anyways??