This is what happens when I have 25 minutes to kill while waiting for an appointment, and there just-so-happens to be a Marshall's near.
I am inexplicably drawn to the food, kitchen utensils, and bath and body areas of these type stores. With disasterous results for my wallet.
It's not as quite as bad as it looks, don't count the toaster oven in the first picture, I all ready had that. It was just the truffle oil, olive oil, 2 jars of roasted peppers, raspberry jam, and apricot jam. Okay, never mind, it is pretty bad.