Just when you thought I was all kinds of freaky...and that fo shizzle I was listening to some seventies "love making" music....I pose this question to you...
At what point is grocery shopping an illness?
I mean...when you hit 3 stores in one day. Because something is free...and you don't want to miss out...something that you don't even need today. In fact, probably won't need it for the next 4 months....is that something to see Dr. Phil about?
Would he ask me if I went to bed hungry as a child or if I had some deep-seated fear of not being able to feed my babies?
Would he wonder why just a month or so ago I printed every available coupon to acquire more than 30 bottles of mustard, BBQ sauce, and hot sauce...for free. FREE, people. Do you realize that FREE is a four letter word. An "F" word at that. Not THE "F" word...but just as sex addicts are aroused by that one...I think I am aroused by the other one. FREE. (Just got chills up my spine people.)
So seriously, friends. Do I need an intervention?
Shoot...my family HAD to go on WIC, just to keep me and my FREE cereal in milk.
How many boxes are too many? 10, 15, 20?
Remember, I have 8 kids.
So will it bring shame to my already bad reputation if I confess, right here, right now, that I have... um...
76 unopened boxes of cereal in my closet.
I acquired 30 of them this past week. FREE. Oh yep. I am so lit up by that word.
"Honey, get the handcuffs out...and the milk." I'm in the mood for a little threesome, just you, me, and the captain. Yeah, baby. Captain Crunch.
Bow chicka wow wow.