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Oreo Cookies

I made a shocking discovery today. Costco sells Oreo cookies. That's right, folks! Costco, the mega-super-mama-of all-mama stores sells Oreos. Somewhere in the vast recesses of the store that sells in increments of nothing less than a two ton truck, between the packages of 256 rolls of toilet paper and pallets of eggs, I found a large, and beautiful box of Oreo cookies. It was HUGE! It had ten rolls of oreos packaged beautifully within a very large box. I wondered if we could eat all of them. Before finishing that thought, I remembered that we had gone through all 24 eggs we had since Thursday morning. Oh, garbage bags are running low. Out of the container of 200 I'd bought two weeks ago, we had only 23. Come to think of it, laundry detergent had a coupon and the beautiful tub that advertises "7987 loads" was almost empty at home.

As I mused at the way my family really is a family of consumers, I decided to take a risk and buy that box of Oreos even if we couldn't eat all of the cookies before they went rancid. To give them a head start, I ate a few on my two mile ride back home.

I neatly polished off one of the ten rolls.

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  1. NatalieApril 21, 2009 at 7:51 AM

    that is awesome... i'll be heading to costco today!

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  2. JoanApril 21, 2009 at 12:30 PM

    I give blood at least twice a year
    just because after I am done, they give me a little pack of Oreos. (Pathetic huh?) They are my favorite cookie and I cannot buy them or I will eat EVERY single one in a day. They are like a drug to me. I saw the ones at Costco and walked quickly past them. If you have a couple left that are getting stale and you don't want to throw them out, throw them my way.

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  3. wendyApril 21, 2009 at 8:04 PM

    The very cool thing about Oreos is that they have changed the kind of fat in them, so they won't clog your arteries. Guilt Free Oreos--that's what I'm talking about!!

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  4. The Shep's HerdApril 23, 2009 at 4:27 PM

    You are so funny. I could totally piture it. By the way you totally made we need!! Yes need !! A oreo right now. Gotta go I'm off to Costco!!

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  5. This Old Man!!!!April 26, 2009 at 5:29 PM

    Can I come to your house for a Sunday night snack. I can help take care of the box.

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