Coscto

The last trapping of my lost wallet has been replaced: the Costco card.

Taking full advantage of my latest sickly days, I got into work late so I could go to Costco and get the card. I got there 10 minutes before opening, just in time to watch an initially small -- and then much larger -- group of people amass by the door. Seriously: carts lined up, I actually caught one guy *stretching*. I needed a flare gun or a checkered flag, I'm sure.

I hate having my picture taken, by the bye. Hate it. Photos never come out right and the monochrome, digital square inch on the back of my Coscto card is no exception.

Card acquired, I meandered around a bit -- apparently they have True Religion jeans for $110, so let's go stock up on that. They have the last book from my book club but not the next one; they also had every kind of DVD that I like -- and already own. Costco for me was kinda "meh" today.

And yes, I'm feeling better. P-Ade came over last night and I medicated, medicated, medicated-- with SuperSecretP-Ades'Mom's Cookie Recipe. I cannot share it with ANYONE under PENALTY OF DEATH. But I have raw cookie dough just waiting to be baked up, and yes I worked out today to mitigate the damage.

So here I sit at work, still a bit wheezy with that weird chest pressure thing, but feeling generally much better.

TGIF!