We all start out the year with good intentions. By March, our grand resolutions start to fizzle out. What happened? I’ll tell you what …. Girl Scouts.
Piranhas, I should call them …small, dangerous, aggressive, and deadly when traveling in packs (or troupes). They can smell blood in the water… or a dieter with a weakness for sugar and sweet (seemingly innocent) smiles. And before you know it, your New Year’s goals have been devoured like that box of Thin Mints you just ate in the parking lot.