In celebration of Girl Scout Cookie Delivery at We are THAT Family, I decided upon this cute little photograph for the Thursday Fro' Me to You post this week. Taken about 1982-ish, it's me and my little brownie troop 43. I can even name us all. Me? You can't miss me there in the back- I am the tallest. I was usually one of the tallest. A fate which has also been inherited by my girl- who people ask often if she is in the 2nd grade. No, she is 4, I reply and then they look at me as if I am crazy. I mean it's nothing to complain about. (Except in like 7th grade when all the boys are like a foot shorter. It's a little awkward then.) Anyway-I was certain that no little scout had even come to ask me to buy any cookies this year. But, no. My husband informed me the other day, that one or two had in fact come here for cookies sales. Uh- what? And you didn't buy any? What kind of person are you anyway? Yea. I'm still in shock about it. It's just crazy. More crazy is that I DO NOT HAVE ANY GIRL SCOUT COOKIES. No thin mints. No samoas. It's really, really, sad. Really sad.