So, thin mints... The boy - well, ok so he's almost 50 now, but whatever - I affectionately call my brother had an
obsession for thin mints. There were four of us living in a house. Boys upstairs, girls downstairs. Toddy-woddy-doodle-all-day was the only one of us who kept a cabinet space with his "no touch" food items, which of course we would always touch. One afternoon he opened his cabinet and I spied packages of thin mints and exclaimed, "Ohhhhhh, look at all those thin mints!", to which Toddy replied, "Those are DEFINITELY off limits, Kimmy". As I was chuckling to myself, because I knew I'd get some of those thin mints if only because of his admonition, his girlfriend very seriously says, "Even
I am not allowed a thin mint." Us two girls later chastised Toddy for his unloving selfishness towards his lady and he literally just laughed the whole time. So, yeah, THIN MINTS! LOLOL Thanks for bringing back that fun memory, Alioop.
P.S. Of all the things we three took from Todd's cabinet (swiss rolls, pasta, chips, etc), I'm pretty sure those thin mints were the one and only thing we left alone.
