Today, I sold a little piece of my soul and joined a wholesale club. BJ’s to be exact, since it’s the only one around. I then spent 90 minutes walking around going “Look they have St. Ives Apricot Scrub! In six packs!” and “Wow, look at the giant cans of olive oil! For $17!!” and “Is that really a ten pound bag of M&M’s?”

Our next purchase is going to have to be an extra freezer for the basement so I have somewhere to keep my giant bags of mini-quiches and jalapeno poppers. And of course some shelves for diapers and baby wipes, which is the real reason we joined.

I feel like I should just give in and buy a minivan and one of those soccer magnets. Or is the short haircut and mom jeans the next step?

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