So here I am in Vegas (notice the standard Vegas image I pulled off the internet just for the one of you who has been living in a hole under a rock somewhere and has never seen the strip before). I have yet to even go near the strip (this is pretty standard once you have lived here for a while - and I did live here for almost ten years). So, while I am not doing the standard tourist "visit-the-strip-go-to-every-casino-the-first-night-ritual" thing, I was initiated into a new and different ritual last night...going to the grocery store and shopping alone, for yourself, not for an entire family, so therefore not getting anything in bulk. This was strange. I didn't like it. I felt strange. I didn't know what to buy, and what is worse (or better), I was acutely aware of what everything cost. I don't want to use my Canadian credit card and I haven't been to the bank to get a debit card for my US account, so I'm stuck using cash for a few days and so there I am mentally adding up every item as I put it in my cart. "Hmmmm, that hairspray costs 50 cents less than that one but it has 12 oz more..." or "I don't really need three tomatoes, I can probably get away with two for the rest of the week..." I had this internal conversation running inside my head the entire time I was in the store. Probably 20 times I put something in my cart thinking that the kids would love this, or the kids will need this for their lunches, only to realize a short while later (usually while in another isle) that they aren't here right now and I don't need to buy the super-size box of individually packaged snack sized potato chips. I probably spent an hour aimlessly walking up and down the isles and finally left with about six items. Jo would be proud. No sugary drinks, no candy, no donuts. Next up: getting a driver's license at the hell known as the DMV and then the purchase of a new vehicle. Stay tuned.
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