I've always enjoyed a good buy--preferably a gigantic sale. I love that giddy feeling that envelops you when what you're wearing or eating or sitting on cost much less than the ticket price. Whenever I make a purchase of great savings my daughters get a call. I mean, why keep such great achievements a secret? (The first year I moved to Oregon from Washington, I automatically counted NOT paying sales tax as a savings....yeah, that borders on addictive tendencies...)
Earlier this week I had such an adrenaline-pumping experience! A friend and I went to Costco--I don't have a membership, so rarely walk through those doors into the gigantically cavernous space that, according to David Sedaris, has its own weather system.
Item by item I ticked from my list. Wow! Look at that! And better yet, see the price! I must have it--and with the 1000 count, I won't have to replenish my supply until...until I'm dead. But it's such a good bargain! Dishwasher soap, craisins, almonds, rubber bands, chicken broth, toilet paper, band aides, mouthwash...and aren't those sweaters cute? (Shades of Did You Hear About the Morgans? enter the warehouse-of-the-century atmosphere.)
$836.49 later--that's between my friend and me--and with everything now put away, I'm looking at my checkbook balance--and even more thought provoking, remembering a conversation of many years ago. Honey, I saved you sooo much money today! I'd chirp happily to my Girls' dad. The corners of his mouth would turn up slightly as he responded, All I want to know is how much you spent.
Perhaps I should take a breather from shopping for just a short while...
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