We have a new monthly “date.” The Frug and I shop together at COSTCO once a month. Exciting, right? Sexy! In an attempt to corral my spending, the Frug decided that we should try this whole “buying in bulk” thing. We’ve had a Costco membership in the past but when I would go, I would see shiny things that I had to have, list be damned! And, they sell clothes there!

Anyway, that is NOT how the Frug shops. There is not just a list, it’s a mega list, printed, pruned, agonized over. I do not participate. I just say “hey, make sure we have eggs on the list.” Not that I don’t use lists. I do. I make a grocery list and then leave it in the car. Or, I have my list and then I sort of get bored by it in the store and just buy whatever looks good. You can see how I am a threat to the Frug’s sanity.

Once in the store, the price comparisons start. Kirkland brand versus name brand. Cost of Diet Pepsi versus Diet Coke (not that that matters! Diet Coke FOREVER!). Cost per gallon for milk compared to regular grocery stores. Shoot. Me. Here he is in all his frugal glory:

I think he was pricing out white tube socks. *sighs*

The “process” takes about 90 minutes. It’s excruciating. I dislike shopping with others. I like to be solo. Flying the thru store, grabbing what I need, and what I don’t. No one asking “Cow, how much is a 24 pack of AA batteries at Target?” (the hell if I know!) No one asking “How many chicken tenders do the kids eat per week?” Um, what?

At the end, we have the “Do we or Don’t we?” over the hot dog and soda combo. It’s like a dollar for a hot dog and soda. BUT, they’ve changed from DC to DP. So no. No deal is worth drinking Diet Pepsi in a damn warehouse after 90 minutes of spreadsheets and cost comparisons. Nope. It crushes the Frug to pass up such a bargain. lol

Happy Frugmas!

Well, it’s been a while but today is definitely a Fuck Me Day. Started off the morning cold and rainy. It was supposed to be a “wintry mix” but luckily it was too warm for that. By “too warm” I mean 39°. *scowl* I had to help Pedro deal with his disgusting awful dripping nose so I was covered in snot by 7am. Dropped him off at school and then got a text from Sarcasmo that he had forgotten his backpack (HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?) so I did some helicopter parenting over to his school. Took me one hour round-trip (maybe 5 miles total) because people in DC just simply cannot drive if there’s any sort of precipitation!!  aahhh

Came home and showered and got ready for my annual date with the gyno. *twirls* BEST!  (click here to read my deep thoughts on dates with gynos) Now, it was very interesting today, as opposed to merely terrifying and mildly uncomfortable.  We talked about cock rings and various vibrators – While. She. Was. In. Me.  93740275 shades of awkward. A friend on Twitter suggested that this would be a great podcast — “Talking Sex Toys with my Gyno” Hmm. Like “Coffee Talk” but with my vagina. And sex toys. And a gyno.

Anyway.

Decided to cleanse my palette by going to the mall and browsing. Only browsing, of course. #frugal When I was leaving, I put my parking ticket in the automated pay thingy and yahoo! Ticket jam! 10 minutes of sitting there with angry people behind me. Fantastic. I decided to try to reverse karma so I gave a homeless person standing in the rain on the median some money.

Maybe that will turn my day around? We shall see.