Since Mister is now working nights I find that I don’t spend much time watching TV like I do when he’s here.  Last night the girls and I went to the mall after dinner  (have I told you I hate the fricken mall?  Our mall has not only become ghetto-fied but its also become the dumping ground for parents to get rid of their loud ass, horny, annoying fucken teenage kids.  I hate it, seriously), I needed to buy my niece a belated birthday gift so off to JC Penny’s we went.

While at the mall I remembered I saw a sales ad for Bath and Body Works so I dragged my kids across the mall to  buy more shit we probably didn’t need but since it was on sale why the hell not and decided browsing wouldn’t hurt.  OK I can’t lie, these sales get me every fricken time.  Just as it did last night.

5 bottles of antibacterial soap for $15?  Hell yeah!  Put it in the bag!  Buy 3 get 2 free??  Fuck yeah!  Wait!  2 for $20?   I can’t pass THAT up!

So, $64 dollars later, we get home and I’m putting my goodies away before Mister comes home and see the ginormous shopping bag when I decide to do inventory, because clearly I had to be out of EVERYTHING to spend $64 in Bath and Body Works.  Right? 

Wrong.

Come to find out, with last night’s score I now have five bottles of shampoo, three bottles of conditioner, eight bottles of antibacterial hand soap, one tube of lotion and three double packs of air freshener bulbs for our bathroom plug in thingy.  

I can honestly say that I have enough shampoo and hand soap to last until next Christmas.  Possibly even until Valentines Day, 2010.

So, while we may be assed out in the event “the big one” hits CA because we don’t have canned foods and bottled water squirreled away, the way responsible Californian’s are suppose to, we do have, however, lots and lots of shampoo, soap and pretty smelling air freshener!  At least we’ll have the cleanest hands and freshest scented hair in the homeless shelter!  Hey, we even have enough air freshener that we may be able to stay in our own home, just plug those suckers in and we’ll never smell the distinct fragrance of a cracked gas line!  Who needs an earthquake kit when mom’s a shopaholic?