I love Costco.  There’s something about a GIANT cart and GIANT food and GIANT bags of coffee… If you’re not a Costco member, you can get a temporary pass to “test it out”.  That, though, comes with a few GIANT caveats:

Nothing small hangs out at Costco.  So if you’re buying, let’s say, hamburger meat, steaks, chicken breasts… be prepared to spend THREE THOUSAND hours at home splitting them into usable freezer portions.  Nothing sucks more than having to use an ice pick to get the portion you need because you didn’t split it up.  Also, if you purchase the GIANT packages of Ferrero Rocher or Doritos, and if you know the secret to keeping yourself from binging on the ENTIRE GIANT box or bag, do let me know.  I need that information.

Everything packaged so well at Costco.  So.  Let’s just say you’re a teensy bit delusional and you’ve told yourself that you’re going for “a few items”.  It doesn’t happen that way.  IT. DOES. NOT. HAPPEN. THAT. WAY.  Because even if you’ve already gone waaaayyy over your monthly budget (like because of Vanity Fair mags and Starbucks venti-non-fat-half-sweet-pumpkin-spice-extra-hot-lattes JUST FOR EXAMPLE), the stuff is packaged so well that it literally JUMPS into your cart.  I swear.  So the ten pack thingy of Christmas wrapping paper (even though it’s not October yet) and the absolutely gorgeous desk that your computer could sit on (even though you already have a perfectly usable computer desk) and the amazing pack of Lancome makeup (even though you don’t need two mascaras right away) end up in your cart anyhow!  It is inevitable.  And quite frankly, the whole process has the potential to disturb the false sense of self-control we think we possess. 

Costco sells really good stuff.  Ginormous bags of whole bean Starbucks.  Book tables with the latest & greatest.  And their jewellery is to die for.  Like this almost 10 carat diamond…  Like I said, everything there is bigger…

And finally, strange, magical things go on at Costco.  Like, if, one day you just went in for a flat of V-8 juice.  And, like, lets just say that there happened to be a stranger lady in the pharmacy aisle who was holding a new baby (human) and a new baby (Shitzu) and your son oogled it (Shitzu) and then this stranger asked if you want to buy it (Shitzu, not human) and you went to the bank machine and took out a pile of cash (again, DEFINITELY not fitting into the grocery budget) and paid her cash for a baby canine you didn’t need, research, or clear with significant other…  Like I said.  Giant things just sort of happen there….

 eeeek.

Juicy Writer site today:  Once again, super-blogging agents at BookEnds LLC have a great one about the issues with writers and their agents.  Wednesday’s date. All the comment posts are anon. so you’ll get some really, really juicy insight that otherwise would NOT be possible…

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