Domesticated

Dan and I have decided to take the next step in our relationship. We've talked about it for a while now and we've decided that now is the time to fully commit to each other, to settle down and become domesticated. So...we got a Costco membership.

We definitely got the full Costco experience on our first trip; crappy parking, crowds, free samples of hummus, long lines and even a chicken bake. (That was for Dan. I'm much more of a frozen yogurt-type myself, but I passed this time around.) We made sure we checked out everything in the store and made note of what we might need some day. That's kind of what Costco is to me really...a place where I see stuff that I might want to buy some day, but probably never actually will. It's fun to look around and dream though.

In the end, we went home with chicken, cereal, Panda Express orange chicken sauce, and a pack of 4,000 napkins. Of course, I MEANT to buy dinner napkins, but picked up beverage sized ones instead and didn't realize the mistake until I got home and opened the pack. I was FURIOUS! Curse you Costco and your over abundant ways! Thanks to you, picking up the wrong item at the store has gone from a simple error to a colossal mistake and year's worth of dinnertime inconvenience!

So now it's official. Dan and I are a suburban couple. Looks like we'll have to stay together for at least another year while we have this membership...or until the napkins run out.