So, I know what you're thinking. Target is evil right? No, no, I would never say anything as nonsensical as that! I love Target. Love, love, love it. A little too much. There was a time in my life when I would make up excuses just to visit the happy land of red and white. "Oh, I think I need a new eye shadow brush! Better run to Target!" Then, the next thing I knew I was walking out of the store with 21 shopping bags filled with everything from kid's clothes to hot dogs and asking myself, "why did I come here again? " So I tried a little experiment. Not intentionally at first, but when sister Holly, my Target partner in crime, became violently ill with morning sickness I lost the desire to go. At all. I felt it was my sisterly deed to abstain with her. For a month and a half I avoided Target like it was the plague. After awhile it became a game to me to see how long I could actually stay away. The more time that passed the stronger I became. A mighty force if you will. And you wanna know what happened? I SAVED money! Serious money. Well, today was the day that I actually needed return to my home land of red and white to purchase Valentine's for Savannah's preschool class. $75 and four shopping bags later I walked out of the store with a more committed resolve to avoid the very appearance of Target. Because that's the only way I can look my husband in the face without feeling that special "I went to Target today" guilt.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
AVOID the very appearance of Target
So, I know what you're thinking. Target is evil right? No, no, I would never say anything as nonsensical as that! I love Target. Love, love, love it. A little too much. There was a time in my life when I would make up excuses just to visit the happy land of red and white. "Oh, I think I need a new eye shadow brush! Better run to Target!" Then, the next thing I knew I was walking out of the store with 21 shopping bags filled with everything from kid's clothes to hot dogs and asking myself, "why did I come here again? " So I tried a little experiment. Not intentionally at first, but when sister Holly, my Target partner in crime, became violently ill with morning sickness I lost the desire to go. At all. I felt it was my sisterly deed to abstain with her. For a month and a half I avoided Target like it was the plague. After awhile it became a game to me to see how long I could actually stay away. The more time that passed the stronger I became. A mighty force if you will. And you wanna know what happened? I SAVED money! Serious money. Well, today was the day that I actually needed return to my home land of red and white to purchase Valentine's for Savannah's preschool class. $75 and four shopping bags later I walked out of the store with a more committed resolve to avoid the very appearance of Target. Because that's the only way I can look my husband in the face without feeling that special "I went to Target today" guilt.
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i DO love being your partner in crime:) oh target. how we love you!!!
I'm in the same boat as you! I've had to stay away from Target, and now it's a game! (It helps I don't live extremely close to one too!) Though, now they are saying they want to build a Target in Ramona, yikes! That would completely do me in!
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