Dreaming the Impossible Cookie Dream

February 9, 2011 | 3 comments

So there I was, sitting across the table with our two girls, who were flashing their toothiest Girl Scout grins. How would I break it to them?

They’d each set their sales goal: one-thousand boxes each.

Impossible.

Unless, of course, we devised a clever way to convince the hard-working hog farmers of our county that their pigs should dine on Trefoils and Thin Mints. Here, hogs outnumber people by a margin of 40-to-1. (I know, because I checked with the U.S. Department of Agriculture to confirm the statistics.)

No, that wouldn’t work. Let’s be realistic.

But what would we do? Go door-to-door in subzero temperatures? Or surrender this impossible dream?

I’m telling about our cookie-selling adventures over at The High Calling today. (And no, we didn’t sell to the pig farmers. ~smile~) Will you join in the fun over there today? The conversation in the comment box is always great, often highly entertaining … and your voice is welcome there.

Photo: For church on Sunday, the girls tried this marketing tool. They wore my 1970s Girl Scout and Brownie uniforms to church.

by | February 9, 2011 | 3 comments

3 Comments

  1. Dawn

    Love, love your vintage PR strategy. Who could resist those stinkin' cute girls of yours?

    Heading right over to HC!

    Reply
  2. Megan Willome

    I thought those old uniforms looked familiar!

    Reply
  3. S. Etole

    heading that way … wishing I had a cookie!

    Reply

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