Here's a rare picture of Vicky under the influence of the mysterious "Costco Trance." Does she really need three dozen pairs of socks? Probably not, but she has no control over her actions. Notice the blur of her fast-moving feet as she frantically moves to grab more socks to cram in her shopping basket. I'll fully examine this bizarre phenomena in a later post, but right now I must get my wife out of here before she starts grabbing lawn mowers, inflatable boats, and patio heaters. This could get ugly.
4 comments:
i loooooooooove this post. and sometimes i get scared of vickimus when we go to costco, she gets that glaze in her eyes. Tell her she looks good in the picture though, i know she already thinks so.
post another blog please for my reading pleasure.
uhhh...did you just stop blogging all together?
wow.
you are such a freakin' slacker dad. i can't believe you call yourself a blogger.
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