missing the target

I officially feel out of touch. I was sent to Target to pick up a prescription ---- and I didn’t want to go! YEAH, I know! The truth is everything --- from the arrangement of ziplock baggies to the assortment of pink basketballs --- EVERYTHING is SO fantastic there! I was alone, with lots of time, strolling the aisles. Used to be my most consistent wet dream, and now it feels like a nightmare. I wanted to check on a few things (I have literally been there 3 times in the last six months). It’s visual overload. All the kids clothes are new. All the adorable Halloween stuff is out. New dishes. New throw pillows. New shoes. New humidifiers. New tummy tucking body wear. And EVERYTHING on the clearance items are new. NEW NEW NEW! AND they’re selling Yo Gabba Gabba stuff there now tooooo!

I got way overheated examining the girls tights. I couldn’t even see straight in the Halloween area looking for the perfect fairy wands. Seriously, I cannot even be in there. Before passing out, I grabbed the scrip and darted out. Passed Pam and Bailey in the parking lot on my way out. Oh how we’ve had such good times there!

So yes, it still holds its power over me, but things have changed. The massive amounts of things that I would like to BUY BUY BUY kind of seem trashy now. It’s just so obvious. "I cannot afford you, so don’t even look at me!" (I should just try screaming that line to those DAMN stacks of washcloths! Yeah, SUCK IT, washcloths!). I’m not swearing Target off, but it’s like doughnuts --- I just can’t control myself around them, so it’s best to stay far far away. The more dreamy option, would be to simply get a huge vat of buttermilk bars to gorge myself on during my thousand dollar spending spree….sigh.