Marissa is in the Girls Scouts. Wahoo. The only activity in which Marissa has actively partcipated thus far has been to bilk me out of my hard-earned dollah dollah bills. Not cool.
So we got this little notice the other day (she brought it home from school) to inform us that they're actually having an ACTIVITY. Where they're actually going to DO SOMETHING.
I was not surprised when they said there was a fee.
BUT. The "activity" is evidently drinking tea and acting like a princess.
Um, excuse me. EXCUSE ME. SHE CAN DO THAT AT HOME, FOR EFFING FREE.
And what the frick kind of an "activity" is that? When I was in Girl Scouts (oh yeah, here it comes, bitches) I remember doing all sorts of awesome, manly things. Like stitching MAGAZINES up into old vinyl tablecloths to make bitchin' SIT-UPONS so our hairy asses didn't get all soaked through while we were out in the WILDERNESS building CAMPFIRES and smashing BEER CANS ON OUR HEADS.
And we had bridging ceremonies where we ATE GOATS AND HUNTED BOAR. And did I mention the CAMPING? Outside, in the rain, on the GROUND?
And we sang SONGS TO OLD PEOPLE.
And made stuff out of trash. WE TOUCHED GARBAGE. ON PURPOSE. TO EARN A BADGE.
I have yet to meet the troop leader, but I have a feeling she's the type to use lots of gel in her hair, and I bet she coordinates her Keds to match her shirt. I can't WAIT to drink tea and be a princess. IT'S GOING TO BE SO AWESOME.