Storm Shopping

I was always told not to go grocery shopping while hungry, clothes shopping while bored and E-Bay shopping while drunk. I adhere to these guidelines whenever I can (read: whenever I feel like it) and I'm adding a new one. Don't go emergency storm shopping while on Vicodin. Now, I already have an adoration of all things shiney and painkillers make EVERYTHING look shiney. Everything. Everywhere. Especially in the hardware store. My poor husband, bless his heart had a hell of a time keeping me focused on the task at hand which was to buy batteries, one flash light and ice melt.

Me: Ooooooooo. What's that. Its pretty. Lets get it!

Hubby: That's a mailbox. No. We already have one.

Me: Ooooooooooooo. Lets get one of these!

Hubby: Honey, that's a filter for a coy pond. We don't have a coy pond.

Me: Ahhhhhhhh. I want this!

Hubby: That's a doorknocker. All our doors are made of glass. Not a good idea.

Me: This sink is on sale. We should get two!

Hubby: No...

And it went on like that for about an hour. I successfully snuck a few items into our cart when he wasn't looking. He finally got me to follow him to the check-out by dangling his car keys in front of my face. He glared at me and shook his head while I placed my shineys on the belt. We took our items home and did a quick storm readiness inventory.

We now have, I'm ashamed to say one flashlight for every living organism in the house, enough batteries to power a small submarine, a doorknocker, some pvc pipe, a replacement knob for the hot tub we don't have, 50 lbs of ice melt, 6 rolls of duct tape and a light switch cover with Tinkerbell on it. Yay me.