I'm trying to figure out Costco. I think it's the only club I belong to. It's incredibly fun to push the oversize carts down the oversize isle and peruse the clothes, light-bulbs, batteries, packages of too-large steaks, too-many-chicken-breasts, pounds-and-pounds of lettuce, cases of St. Pellegrino, jars of nuts, enormous bottles of ketchup-triple-packed. So, I usually don't leave the store with much, unless the kids are home. A box of blackberries. A gallon of olive oil. And an enormous chunk of Irish cheddar cheese. What a blast.
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