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For some odd reason the apartment I live in store quite a bit of food. I can't find a closet to store bath towels, Christmas trees, or oversized Russian jackets! Well to tell you the truth, our apartment has two closets: one in the bedroom, for obvious reasons, and one in the kitchen. Food and clothes. So where does all the extra stuff go? In the bedroom closet. Brett made a joke awhile back that our life could be a series of TV episodes. let me tell you, one of those episodes would have been stuffing the futon mattress, Christmas tree, and large Russian jacket in the bedroom closet. But... Brett and I have plenty of space for food.

About a week ago we went to Costco. Everyone knows how the rules work there. You walk in flash your card, grab a cart, and start filling it with bulk items. To a child this seems extremely boring, but lucky for me my parents made Costco a special treat. Who ever thought up the idea of feeding you while you shop is my stomach’s official hero. So last week when we went to Costco we walked in and had no card to flash. I grew up that day: I became a Costco Gold Member with my very own card. I was suddenly entitled to buy chicken and cheese in bulk. We shopped the way our parents had taught us. We walked up and down almost every aisle, and any time we came by a food stand we did just as our parents would have said, “Behave and go get some free food.” Then we walked to the registers and wished we were still kids, not having to pay for the hundred plus bill. I mean come on, a family of two and hundred dollars at Costco. Apparently we really like food.

So there you have it. The short version of how I grew up and short version of where all our money goes.


The moral of the story is this: I got sucked into the Costco cult just like i have gotten sucked into blogging. Needless to say, I kind of like sharing my random stories. More to come...