Tuesday, September 6
We're just a bunch of Labor Day flamers.
Before this weekend, I had no idea that both Home Depot and Lowe's both offer a standing military discount of 10%. Wahoo! So in the 5 days that we had been eagle-eyeing this particular barbeque, and comparing it to Sears and the NEX (Navy Exchange), we decided to pull the trigger this weekend on a 4-burner beauty that Mr. Wookie had to disassemble to get into the Jeep (no disassemble, Stephanie - Short Circuit, anyone?).
And yes, Mr. Wookie asked for the discount. Usually he doesn't. Must be the pride. I'm the one slutting out for a discount. I can't stand paying sales tax to this state. And so, that lovely discount does just that. Even if I have to lie about, "Oh, man, my ID card is in my car!" Because they don't need to know I'm lying. Muhhahaha...
But it came home with us, we picked up some steaks and some burgers and got busy making this thing a reality in our home.
Yes, my dear, I'm talking about you. I'm talking about your ability to hijack every blanket in this joint. Your hair is everywhere. You clog vacuums. You slobber a lot. You whine. You've now taken over the flannel snuggling blanket I used to wrap up with on the couch. Now it's yours. You've also hostage'd my Cincinnati Bengals blanket. What's next? Our Costco-purchased sateen high-count sheets? I.don't.think.so.
Flame on, bitches.