...in which I find multiple staplers and discover my neighbor's a drug dealer.
...in which I blame my Japanese heritage for linking shopping with travel.
...in which I prove NASA wrong and fit everyone around the table.
...in which I justify my book hoarding as a business expense.
...in which I have a meltdown on the coldest day of the year because of unmatched plastic.
...in which I come up with guidelines for this no-shopping experiment only after being forced to stay inside because of a major snow emergency.
...in which I buy too much meat and makeup, and obsess about the value of things both pricey and priceless.