Several weeks ago, I was at home alone when the doorbell rang. I answered the door to find representatives from a local Girl Scout troop doing what they do so well; selling Girl Scout cookies.
The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage was not home so danger was not lurking behind the living room curtains. When Girl Scouts come selling cookies, I am cookie dough in their fund-raising hands.
“Hello, mister,” they chimed, “We’re selling cookies to raise money for....” I immediately interrupted and exclaimed, “Yes, yes, I’ll take all you have!”