I made a fortune over the weekend.

Or should I say I would have if I had not volunteered for free, heavy duty, manual labor.

I moved furniture, cleaned, unpacked, lifted, did an innumerable amount of washes, decorated, purchased, returned, blah, blah, blah.

I am so tired right now.

The only activity I can possibly muster enough energy to partake in is eating the rest of my husband’s frosting laden birthday cake.

I will be forcibly enlisting for more free labor midweek.

And, after 18 long years, I have reunited with Costco and it feels so good.  I can, once again, indulge in the purchase of massive quantities of toilet paper, paper towels and Clorox wipes, ending the shopping spree with a $1.50 foot long hotdog.

I guess I Just Can’t Quit You, Costco.