Costco-A-Palooza

This weekend is the first event we've had to organize in our new roles as VPs at Congregation Beth Shalom. It's our open house weekend, this year re branded as Shalom-A-Palooza. (Every event around here is a Palooza. Absolutely no idea what it means, but sounds kind of exciting).
Fortunately we have so many volunteers who are more than capable, I've actually had to do very little apart from co-ordinate. Grumpy has had to do nothing at all, apart from drive me to Costco 200 times to get the refreshments.
Costco is the other woman in our marriage. I'm sure Grumpy loves her more than me (not surprising when you read how I trash him in the Press). He would willingly spend every weekend with her, price comparing her treasures, fondling her chicken breasts.
Even though he's a shopaholic and has never walked into a store he doesn't like, there's something about Costco that's extra special. The fact everything is allegedly a bargain. That you can buy 500 toilet rolls at a time in one pack. That you never know if you're going to come away with a CD or an entire digital piano.
So please, no one bother to thank Grumpy for all his efforts for this event. To him it's a labour of love.