Monday, August 25, 2008

I Know How to Party

This weekend would make any spinster proud. I went to Target on Saturday night, alone, at 9PM. It was me, 5 other women buying cat food and a gaggle of gay men. It was wonderful. Then the next day I woke up, went to CostCo and bought 80 pounds of cat litter. Gentlemen, the line starts on the left.

Seriously, it was a great weekend, but it should have been dubbed Bargain Spinster Fest 2008. Liz introduced me to the incredibly wonderful world of Big Lots. I had never been to one and now I may move in. I got 19 bags of stuff for I believe a dollar 50. Yeah. We followed up that feat with CostCo wherein I bought giant industrial sized items. Let's just say I have enough Parmesan cheese to least me through the next ice age. I don't think I'll have to shop again until December and I am ok with this. More than ok. I am ecstatic as I lift my giant 38 pound bottle of lotion onto the counter and place it next to the world's largest bag of croutons. No joke, the bag is roughly the size of my torso and upon seeing it in the store I let out an audible gasp of glee. I really, really like croutons. Ergo, the bag should last me through the week. Maybe.

On another note I took my cat to the vet. The vet wants to put him on Prozac. Yeah. I think if anyone in my house is getting happy pills it should be me and not the gay italian cat. I am considering it though as mostly, I want my future online dating profile headline to read 'My cat is on Prozac, how are you?'. It really is a wonder I'm single.

3 comments:

gamerbri said...

Oh damn what a profile that is. lol I love shopping at big lots it's a lot of fun

Becky said...

LOL! Great post! Now you just need to pick up knitting and get a bumper sticker like the one I saw this morning on the way to work that said "Cats Not Kids."
Awww yeah.

Lish said...

"On another note I took my cat to the vet. The vet wants to put him on Prozac. Yeah. I think if anyone in my house is getting happy pills it should be me and not the gay italian cat."

I, much like your mother, think I just peed my pants a little...

That might be one of the funniest things I've ever read by you and THAT is saying something (about both of us really...)