Costco = so freakin' overwhelming. Seriously.
You don't even want to know how much chicken she bought us.
If we invite you over for dinner? Be aware that you are having chicken.
*looks around* Ai-ya. Where are we going to put all of these paper towels? Adam's mom is a madwoman.
In related news, I now have a new printer, a cart for my craft supplies, William Gibson's Spook Country, two new shirts, enough tampons for a year, et cetera.
And seriously achy feet. And - yeah. naptime.