That's the way the cookies crumble

The other night about 10 or 12 of us were winding down in our usual Friday evening location -- the comfy back room at Putnam Inn in Greencastle.

That's when two cute little Girl Scouts (Brownies, I assume) popped in and quickly sold us about $35 in cookies, the way I calculate it.

Whether you love Thin Mints or long for Shortbreads or even crave Samoas (like I do), you know that Girl Scout Cookie time is a special period each year.

The cause is a good one. The cookies are delicious. And who can resist those cute little faces asking you to pay $3.50 a box (I think there are 12 cocoanut and caramel Samoas in each package) to feed your cookie hunger?

Sure, I've fought (never physically) over the last cookie a time or two in my life. And fumed more over the dog eating an entire box of Thin Mints than what the chocolate he devoured might do to his digestive system.

But an Indiana couple from Brown County took cookie capers to a new level recently.

Seems the couple, reportedly in their mid-30s, got into a domestic disturbance the other night. Only the irritated wife didn't clobber her man with a rolling pin, frying pan or even a carton of eggs.

After her hubby called 911 to report the domestic disturbance, the 34-year-old wife called police to assure them she hadn't used her fists or anything quite as sinister.

Instead, she reported, she cold-cocked him with a bag of Girl Scout Cookies. We can only assume that means a bag full of boxes of cookies.

Somehow Savannah Smiles wouldn't seem appropriate. Thin Mints might have been a little on the skinny side.

Now, I figure she was really just trying to send him a message. Probably whacked him with a package or two of the new cranberry cookies.

The new variety "Thank U Berry Munch."

Whatta way to go ...