Costco

I always had a thing for Costco. Now that it is just about as close as our regular grocery store, it has become my home away from home. I've been to a regular grocery store once since we moved in and that was on the night we moved in...Oct 15th at 1:30 AM. Since then, Costco and I have been like this blog...stuck like glue. I try to limit myself to once a week. Sometimes I make it 2 weeks without a trip (separation anxiety sets in quick) and other weeks, I don't make my goal. But today(!) was the first time I "hung" out at Costco. I know! I know! You're thinking, "Oh Laura! That's sick!" I know...I've officially lost it.
     You see, Peter left at 6:30pm for work and I needed gas and stamps. Naturally, I head to Costco (It is the closest gas station to our house). I enter Costco without a cart. I figured that was a genius move since I can carry the cardboard sign that tells them I want stamps and if I get much more than that I won't have enough arms...I do have boundaries. I also think I might be the first person to enter Costco without a cart. Maybe. I was also looking for one other small item that was particularly challenging to find and very personal so I was reluctant to ask for help.
     I wandered through searching high and low. I gave up and went to the books and movies section. I read the cookbooks to see if anything inspired me. "Maybe if I get THIS cookbook, I'll start cooking!" Nope, not true Laura, don't do it. "OK." Yes, this dialogue did take place. I moved on to the movies...nothing that made me do flips. Magazines! Hmmm....there's something I don't spend money on... So, I read a few articles. I was that girl who stands in front of the books you want to look at with a magazine open and reads for 30 minutes. OK, maybe it was 20. Whatever it was I missed two calls during the time. Called Mom back. Still couldn't find my "personal item". Called Tiff back. For this conversation I sat on the bench just outside the pharmacy in Costco and like a lightning bolt, I was struck. There was my item! Whoo! I thank Tiff for her help and we continue dialoguing. I make my way to the self check out and I'm off.
     And that is how I spent 1 hour in Costco, read all the magazines I'm too cheap to buy and came out with just two items that I did not need a cart for! The end.

xo, p&l