My feelings about school fundraisers aren't exactly a secret around here (click for full rant). While I understand the need for school and club fundraising, it's the near-constant requests across three different schools that leave me feeling rather....spent.
I've gotten to the point where if I am approached by kids outside of grocery stores selling candy bars, I actually decline.
When I'm asked to give an extra $1 to save the baby whales as I check out at the supermarket, I politely opt out.
And when the really nice old guy who sells flowers on 111th & Pulaski comes up to my car, I've finally learned to tell him no thanks. I feel really guilty about that one, though.
Yet there is absolutely no refusing 6 year-old Girl Scouts from the block who may well marry one of my sons one day (it's how we roll here in Beverly):
Seriously. How do you say no to her? And if anybody wants to save my ass 3 lbs when my Thin Mints arrive in February, feel free to stop by.
Also, if you're looking to buy your own Thin Mints, lemme know.
I got people.