Shopping sneaks in right above decorating on my list of unfavorite things to do. My fifteen-minute decorating streak should have given you an idea of where this task falls on my list of priorities. I’m fearful that NOW, the National Organization of Women, will make me turn in my lifetime membership because I detest shopping. My daughter called me one day, and said, “I thought maybe you’d like to go to the mall with me?”
“Sure, right after I pull my fingernails out,” I groaned, ”from the quick with a pair of pliers.” For a minute, I wondered if she was really my daughter.
If I can’t purchase “it” at Costco or Amazon, you’re off list. One year I surprised my family with loads of presents under the Christmas ficus. Anticipation danced in their eyes. One son unwrapped a giant jar of Skippy peanut butter. Actually both of my sons unwrapped the protein food. Costco forces you into two-fer packages, and I’d wisely split up the duo. Divide and conquer, as they say. My Christmas beneficiaries were pretty upset with me when two of them uncovered the bottles of Cholula hot sauce (even though I’ve seen them dump it on everything). Their enthusiasm waned by the time they got to the giant bottles of Ragu spaghetti sauce.
Last Christmas, with the discovery of the Glad Wrap bags, festive red draw strings and all, I was able to throw unusual shaped items into the mix. I picked up a neat crock pot from a white elephant sale. It looked brand new, only no box. At Costco, I grabbed a year supply of Gillette replaceable razors for my sons, socks in twelve-packs for everyone, matching towels and washcloths in bundles, and droves of gardening gloves for the horticulture aficionado.
It’s that time of year again, and I’ve put that nasty four-letter-word, “shop,” off as long as I can. I hear Albertson’s market is having a special on gift cards. For every $100 worth I buy, I get $20 in free groceries. I’ll be able to fill up Christmas stockings and those hefty gift bags in one stop. Lucky family.
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- Halloween on a budget
- I’m old enough to be thankful
- Long ago in the land of milk and cookies
- The day after
- Decorating blues
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