The wagon

Hello, my name is Jessie Bishop Powell, and…


This is hard. But they say that confession is good for the soul. I’ve been on the wagon since early January, and I’ve done well. So well.  This week, though, has been a humdinger. I’ll tell you about it another time. Suffice to say, it’s enough to drive anybody to revert to old addictions.

But I held out until last night.

It doesn’t matter what happened. It only matters that I surrendered. I woke up this morning determined to do better. When I set out for the grocery store, I was looking for shoe insoles. But then, I saw my dealer trying to blend in with the Redbox machines.

And I had the cash. I had the cash on me, and that was my downfall.


Impulsiveness, and cash, and all I know is My name is Jessie Bishop Powell, and up until yesterday, it had been 32 days since I ate a cookie.

Lemonades. Ha.

Damned Girl Scouts.


26 thoughts on “The wagon

  1. Stay strong! I know they’re evil (the cookies, probably not the Girl Scouts–although that’s not entirely confirmed…), but you CAN overcome. Just force feed them to Scott. (sorry, Scott)

    • Plus, this kid was actually selling them herself. Half the time, I see the Mom’s running the tables, and that’s enough to send me running for the hills. This girl’s Mom was there, being supportive, but the girl scout herself was taking care of all addicts customers

  2. There are some things in life that will always break you and then make youbfeel guilty after. It’s totally not your fault.

    I would have held out too if that cute little girl didn’t come to my house.

  3. Thankfully, all my family-connections live too far away to be a temptation, and I reside in a neighborhood (Sr.) not inhabited by curly-locks, cookie-peddling, cuties next door. I. Am. Safe (I think). 🙂

    • I’m a sucker for anything with peanut butter in the name. But really, all of them. I held myself to lemonades because they have less addictive draw than many of the others. Meaning I didn’t scarf the entire box before my kids and husband got any.

  4. Ah yes, Girl Scout Cookie season again. Girl Scouts with their wares are setting up shop all over town. It’s all for a good cause, right? So, in our area, they have changed the names of the cookies, which really bothers me for some reason. Long gone are the Samoas, hello Caramel Delights. No more Do-Si-Dos, only Peanut Butter Sandwiches. Even the Trefoils have been demoted to Shortbreads. Thin Mints were the only cookies to remain unchanged. Sigh, it’s just not the same.

      • Yes, I think the whole bakery thing is odd. Like why is food different in the eastern US as compared to the western US? I eat Hellman’s but they eat Best Foods. I eat Edy’s but they eat Dreyer’s. I get Caramel Delights and it’s just not the same. Mike buys them from people at work. He figures it doesn’t hurt to buy a box or two from someone but next thing you know, we are knee deep in cookies and eating Thin Mints for dinner.

    • Way to go to your Scout, though. In spite of an addicted mother, I never sold more than a few boxes the couple of years I was in Scouting. Living rural had something to do with it. But I was also very NOT interested in being a saleslady.

For the love of Mike, TALK to me! (Concrit welcome on fiction)

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