So, a month ago or so, Ben came home from a bike ride and then answered the door in his spandex to see some girl scouts. He felt that because we were new to the neighborhood and because he looked weird, he should order some cookies. They magically arrived one day when I came home at lunch time to walk Ollie, and we happily spent the week or so eating them. Today, we went skiing and brought the last of the girl scout cookies with us (half happy to get them out of the house and half sad they'd be gone). Little did we know, there'd be more for sale in the ski lodge (we didn't buy them, though...).