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…
Hmmmm.
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.
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!!!)
