It'll be a snowy day in July before their cookies enter my home again.
Two years ago, hubby and I decided we would not buy any more girl scout cookies. Near the end of cookie-selling season, a neighbor child came to our door selling the remainder of her boxes. Hubby, forgetting our ban, bought the rest of the girl's thin mints and something else. We opened them, ate them, and within one day, we had the worst virus we'd had in years. That cured our craving for girl scout cookies.