This was my alarm this morning: "Ann! WAKE UP! There is water leaking in the garage. I don't know where it is coming from, whether we have a busted pipe or a broken hot water heater or what. There are COOKIES in the garage! I have to leave to drive the middle school carpool. You have to go down there and monitor the situation. If you need to start moving cookies in the house, I suggest you wake up Nina!"
Um, have you seen my garage lately? "Moving cookies inside" is no trivial task.
Water is now turned off to the house. Small waterfall in the garage has ceased. Cookies are momentarily safe... until someone needs to take a shower or wash their hands.
A commenter on my last post called Girl Scout cookies "devil biscuits."
Damn devil biscuits.