Thin Mint Gluttony

Some of our girl scout patrons came in giving us one last chance to buy girl scout cookies. I'm blaming my Thin Mint gluttony on Bob Morris. I don't think you could miss his delusional opinion of the girls scouts that made the national news. I used to be pleased when our city made the national news, but lately there's a 50/50 chance that it's going to end in embarrassment. Anyway, I usually buy two boxes of Thin Mints, but to counteract Mr.Bob Morris, I was compelled to double my order.

Meanwhile on the missing kitty front, I learned that the boss called one of my co-workers who lived nearby and asked her whole family to go out and look for the lost cat. As a matter of fact, the co-worker said she had two "crazy" phone msgs. It's a very sad thing to lose a family pet, but the memory of the boss  repeatedly chastising another co-worker for missing too much work while her mother made repeated trips to the hospital before her medical condition could be diagnosed is a little too fresh in my mind to work up much compassion for her.