I was a girl scout.
I did the campfires, the badges, the pledges, you name it. But I did not look nearly as cute in my little Brownie vest as my neighbor Francesca or Laura up the street. They both had the sleek hair with matching bows perfectly placed on top. And me? Well I had the frizziest hair of the troop, not to mention I looked like I ate more Thin Mints than I sold.
Here’s to those little green boxes of heaven.