I am allllll about saving money. Believe me, if something can be found on the cheap, I am the bloodhound sniffing it out. But there is some truth to the adage "You get what you pay for."
Case in point: Kirkland's version of Ivory (or is it Dove??) soap. I was at Costco, remembered that we were out of soap and headed over to pick up my pallet of Ivory. Clever marketing monkeys, those Costco folks. They had their version sitting right there, next to my pure white, gentle bars. What is that you say, Costco? I can save $3.00 if I buy your brand? Well, sure. After all, soap is soap, right?
Not exactly. As I sit here at the computer, my nether-regions are on fire. I feel as though I scrubbed myself with jet fuel and brillo pads. I wonder if I'll be able to ride my bike tomorrow.
I'm sorry, bottom parts. You shall never be forced to suffer like this again. The Kirkland imposters will be relegated to the mancave bathroom post-haste, and I will be marching into Costco tomorrow to retrieve my sweet Ivory.