But cheaper gas? I realized that I drive right by a Costco once a week, while the girls are at art class. So, hey, I'll just check it out, I thought. I don't have to buy anything. Just, you know, LOOK at the prices, make sure I'm still getting a better deal at the military commissary I frequent once a month.
Oh, it is indeed a slippery slope, people - it took me less than an hour of walking around Costco and doing some rapid-fire calculations re the gas money savings more than making up for the membership fee, and suddenly I'm filling out a membership application and buying 90 dollars worth of granola bars and corn chips and the like. NINETY DOLLARS.
|I feel special.|
I haven't told Larry about the extra credit card yet, mostly because I hate watching him bang his head on the computer keyboard like that. You see, he is a one-credit-card type of guy. And I don't think he'll understand if I tell him that, as far as dealing with mid-life crises goes, this is a fairly uncomplicated solution, more convenient for our family schedule than twice-a-week belly-dancing lessons or monthly yoga retreats.
Maybe I should just lure him in to the warehouse-shopping madness by telling him about Costco's low, low prices for cases of Sam Adams. Everyone has their price, right?
[Gas pump image: bargaineering]