When I first though about writing today, I was headed to Costco (no secret here that I hate the place). I was truly dreading going there today because I’m in trouble. Going to Costco digs my grave deeper because I have a self-control problem. Do I ever tell you that? With lots of things but mainly book buying. Plus, "we" just had a conversation about this issue last night (I have too many books (he says 500; I say that number's a little light)).
Instead of heading there directly after the gym, I thought every other Costco shopper would appreciate it if I showered first. So that’s what I did. And this is what I found…
At the current moment (November 21, 2013) only two people live in our house. I am one of them. I did not eat a Kit Kat in the shower. Actually, I haven’t had a Kit Kat lately even though there is an entire bag in the freezer. If not me, then who? I set out to investigate…
So at first, he’s unsure. Tries to blame the dog. Then...
Still weird in my book.
This segues into the next weird thing that happened in my house today. Routinely emptying the dishwasher, I shoved a spatula into the utensil drawer and this is what I heard.
WTF is THAT???
You know what? I don't have time or interest to investigate this one. I’m going to leave it for the weekend when the kids arrive home for the holiday. Must have been one of them. Or perhaps, it’s whoever, uh hum, eats Kit Kats in the shower.
So this is one of those times you plan to write about one thing then it suddenly morphs into something else entirely. Happens to me all the time.
Off to Costco to buy books. Did I ever tell you I don’t listen very well especially if you’re telling me what/what not to do? (Liz, you do!!!)