A Broke Girl’s Tale of Lust and Greed at Costco….
So I visited my parents this weekend and we meandered over to heaven…err.. I mean Costco. Oh the sheer volume of stuff! I was half-chubbed 2 minutes after I walked in the door.
I had a Costco-rgasm.
I want more.
Stuff I found/bought/thiefed included:
o 3 pounds of assorted nuts, heavy on the cashews
o A Roasting Thermometer and Instant Read Probe (yes, I bought it because it has the word ‘probe’ in the title)
o 1 barrel of ketchup (I eat a lot of grilled cheese)
o A sack of Lasting Choice Rubber Mulch (for my daily mulching needs, naturally)
o A 48-pack of hot pockets
o $13.99 worth of tampons (should a flood ever hit Toronto, I have confidence that I could build me a raft out of tampons)
o A 3 pack of mascara (I’m going for the drag queen eye makeup look these days, and plan to plow through my 3-pack in about a week)
o 450 red plastic cups (I’m never washing another glass again!)
o 1 bucket of macaroni salad (no explanation needed, right?)
Things the woman in front of me in line couldn’t live without:
o A 12 pound turkey and a vacuum cleaner. Obvi.