Do you see this?
You know what it is, right?
That’s right. It’s a Girl Scout Cookie Order Form.
A blank one, obviously.
Kind of like the Girl Scout Cookie Form in my home.
Which is not blank, in fact is so not blank that it holds the names of 100 people who ordered Girl Scout Cookies from my daughter, but kind of like the blank one you see here because I lost the form and have no idea who these people are and what they ordered, so it might as well be blank.
Oops. Sing it with me, Britney.
Three years ago, I lost my daughter’s Girl Scout Cookie Order Form and learned the hard way to always make a copy. Which I did the next year and the year after.
But this year I thought to myself, “Copy, schmoppy. I never lose things anymore. I haven’t lost my keys since my husband gave me the key hang-er up-er thingy, I’ve stopped putting my wallet on top of my car and driving away, I still have my umbrella from Hurricane Irene, and I kept one pair of gloves for almost the entire winter until my son borrowed them and lost them and that doesn’t count because even though he is my blood relation, he must have lost them due to a recessive gene from my husband’s side, because I never lose things anymore, as previously stated in this thought to myself.”
Too bad my husband didn’t give me a Girl Scout Cookie Order Form safety deposit-er box-y thingy.
In case you’re wondering, I already checked my t-shirt drawer and the laundry basket, because, holy cow, wouldn’t it be funny if I did that again? I would just fall out laughing, wouldn’t you? And how much funnier would it be if I fell out laughing rather than fell out in the stress-related teeth-gnashing way that I actually fell out when I realized that I had once again lost the freakin’ Girl Scout Cookie Order Form?
Does anyone know a good tattoo artist? Because next year, I’m having it inked into my flesh.