I found myself at Sam's Club again today, much to Tess's ecstatic joy.  (Seriously, why couldn't she be obsessed with some place with better food, like Moe's or Noodles & Company?)

Highlights of the trip included eating lunch with Daddy, getting GIANT chocolate covered strawberries as a free sample, and Tess FREAKING OUT in the bathroom because she had to go potty but so far refuses to go anywhere else but home. (Anyone have any tips for that?  Because I'm baffled.)

But the biggest excitement was when I found 480 count snack sized Ziploc bags for only $1.71.  What a fantastic deal!  So I put one in my cart.  And then another.  And then I ended up with four boxes, because, man, what a deal.  And you can use those little bags for all sorts of things.

As we were checking out I paused for a moment and rethought my purchase.  Did I really need 1920 snack bags at one time?  Well, no, no one needs that many at once.  But over the next few years I am sure I will use them.

Then it dawned on me: I have turned into my mother.  (Again.)

Mom used to buy all sorts of stuff like this when it was a good deal.  Quite frankly, she bought a lot less useful things than Ziploc bags, on the off chance that she would need them later.  She wasn't a hoarder or anything - just more of a mild pack rat. (As my father can attest to!)

As I mulled this over, I had another thought: Mom wouldn't have bought just 4 boxes - she would have bought 10.

I left Sam's feeling quite pleased with myself, and deciding that there are much worse things than (mildly) taking after my mom in purchasing habits.