So I went grocery shopping yesterday, and something just came over me. As I’m gliding through the aisles filling my cart with soups and cheese and pretzels–it happens. I pick up a package of Oreos. $4.50. Who spends $4.50 on cookies, I wonder. Oh, look at this, I do! So a little later I throw a big fat dog bone in on top of the oreos. My dog already has a bone. As a matter of fact, I think it would be perfectly safe to say that my dog has a plethora of bones. No matter–she apparantly needs another one because there it is in my cart. I move on. The candy aisle deals me another blow. Normally, I don’t even go down the candy aisle–avoiding temptation and all that–but I needed marshmallows so I had no choice. So now I have one pound of the little buttons of joy that are reeses pieces tucked neatly beneath my rice cakes. I tell myself that if they spend enough time together, half of the fat content in the candy will magically vanish, kind of like reverse osmosis. In produce I feel safe. Rows and rows of distinctly bland looking lettuces lull me into a false sense of security. There will be no foolish purchases here, I tell myself. And then I see the strawberries. Big, shiny strawberries as red as a harlot’s smile. They aren’t on sale, and it’s still too early in the season for their price to be reasonable. I buy three pounds. Can’t forget the cool whip for berry dippin, so I head over to frozen foods. Big mistake. By the time I hit the checkout, I’ve added a pound of pizza rolls and two big boxes of ice cream sandwiches and creamsicles. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?
So when you splurge–what goes in your buggy?