For Christmas this year, the in-laws gave us a gift membership to Costco.  You all know what I’m talking about when I say Costco, right?  Do they have them everywhere?  Kind of like Sam’s Club?  No?  Yes?  Why am I still talking to you in question form?

Well for those of you missing out on the glorious-ness that is Costco, let me explain.  Costco is like the box-store big brother that dazzles you with awesome displays of unwordly delights, but then convinces you that you’ll need to stock up on 14 of those grape jellies, because of course you’ll use them before the expiration date, silly. 

“Shhh, don’t think about it, woman.  Just place it in your cart and let our free sample stands distract you before you realize what you’ve done.  Make sure you check out our selection of women’s stockings in aisle 10 because you have no idea right now how much you’ll need those, too.”

Before you know it, you’ve bought 10 bulk items that range from sour cream to light bulbs and you’ve spent $150.  You get to the parking lot and wonder how you’ll make dinner out of 80 packages of fruit snacks and battteries.  I’m no expert, but I think I could have just bought the one jelly at the supermarket and been pretty ok with spending $2.50 on it.  Unless all of a sudden I start a peanut butter and jelly phase.  I’ve been known to get on kicks.

Tony and I walked around Costco tonight and “ooh’ed” and “ahh’ed” at all the stuff.  Then we bought a large pack of gummy bears and some tortilla soup and called it a night.

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