Just a quick note here. I went to Costco this evening to buy some jellybeans and get a little chocolate (major PMS jonesing right now). I walked out an hour later and $220 poorer with a cart full of who-knows-what. Well, I did buy myself a new suitcase. And, there were a few bags of junk food.
Note to self: do not go shopping while fighting PMS cravings.
It’s not just Costco either. I’m worse at Sam’s Club b/c it’s only 1/2 mile from my house, and I’m always in there. I find so much “useful” stuff there. Dangerous!
Apparently, I’m not the only one who thinks this way. Here’s another perspective on “Costco-ing”, a new verb. Does that mean you go “clubbing” if you’re hitting Sam’s Club? Hmmmmmm.