The One Where I Cut Off Your Badges With My Swiss Army Knife.

Dear Lover,

First I was a Daisy.

Then a Brownie.

And then I moved to a new town.

Where they wouldn't allow me to be a Girl Scout.

Because the only troop in town had too many girls already.

Thank God for Troop Beverly Hills.

And the hours spent watching every single episode of MacGyver.

Or else I might be here wondering what the exclusion might have done to my self confidence.

Then I realize exactly what it did for my self confidence.

As I sit, snacking on a cookie.

Or two.

Or possibly the whole box.

Love,

Me.