The Club

It's been just out of my reach for weeks, but on Sunday my bulk-buying dreams came true: We got a membership to the Club.

If you are not sure which Club I am referring to, I mean the Club that puts all other clubs to shame: Sam's Club. WOO HOO!!!!

I love a store where:

1. You have the option of pushing around a flatbed on wheels instead of a cart.
   
2. A box of granola bars weighs more than you do.
3. You can buy toilet paper that hasn't been opened.... gross, who does that?
   

I walked around laughing at the possibilities. We needed more Clorox, but did I need 4 containers of it? Probably not.

We settled on a few necessities:

Note how incredibly bad ass Adam is trying to look
while standing next to a tower of paper products.

The problem with buying things in mass quantities is finding a place to put it all.

If you've got a spill, I've got you covered.

So, after becoming part of the Sam's Club elite, I thought it couldn't get any better. How wrong I was. Today I had another fantastic Kroger find! This evening's find was much less disturbing than my last find.

Gummy bears for a quarter?!?! Yippie! I'll take 8 of 'em!

I promise they are not expired, open, or otherwise adulterated.... At least I hope not.