What else is there to say? This morning my trusted co-leader and I went and picked up 85 cases of cookies from a giant warehouse where big burly guys loaded them directly into the vans. That was so much nicer than how we had to do it in past years. Back in the day (last year) we had to drive to a dark church gym, find our cookies and then load them box by box ourselves, slogging through the mud. No fun at all.
85 cases is 1,020 boxes of cookies, in case you were wondering. That's not how many are in this picture; my co-leader has the other half. If you need cookies, for certain, I'm the chick to talk to!