Mulli of the MidWest

Thin Mint Thievery, Shortbread Heist!

Yesterday afternoon Oldest Lad stopped by the Mulligan Compound, presumably to retrieve his camouflage gear and paintball supplies for a dormitory outing of maiming and killing prior to exam week.

He brought along a Lady Friend. Along about the same time, another Lady Friend showed up. Both of these Ladies had lovely locks of Red. Mom also has Red Hair (what hasn't yet turned gray, that is.) My keen Mulli senses were immediately raised to Full Alert Mode. THREE RED HEADS at the Mulligan Compound! Would Critical Mass occur? I was treading very lightly and indeed hoping that Oldest Lad would not say anything to Mom (as he tends to do) that might spark off an explosion causing a sustainable red-head fusion reaction due to the sheer number of red-heads in the room!

While all this was going on, yet another Girl Scout cookie delivery occured. I have yet to figure how the Boy Scouts can continue to even think of themselves as "Male," considering that they managed to let the Girl Scouts get the Cooking Selling Contract Monopoly. Boy Scout Popcorn is delish, but who can resist a Thin Mint?

This Girl Scout dropped off two boxes of Thin Mints and a box of Shortbread. Yes. I am absolutely sure of it.

Eventually, Mom came and went, delivering Little Lad to and from piano. One of the Red Heads finished her visit and left of her own accord, I mean Lexus. Then Oldest Lad and the Original Lady Friend Left.

I, Mulligan, was finally able to let down from Mulli-Con Full Threat Mode due to all those red heads. That is when I realized: Only one box of Thin Mints was left! Oh, sure, I may have saved the Mulligan Compound from imminent destruction but where did my cookies go?