Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… I love the smell of commerce, in the morning.
It was so nice of them to put the Starbucks INSIDE the Target. I’ll bet that was a lot of paperwork, putting that deal together. Wow, when you think about it, like that… it’s basically rude not to get one.
Cart? Thank you very much, don’t mind if I do.
Cart Cup Holder. It’s like they know me.
Potty break. By myself. Boom!
I love books. And magazines. I should write a book. No, that’s a shit-ton of work. Maybe just an article. Or one of those annoying “40 thoughts women have” lists. Nah, I should just tweet more.
“#Target #Starbucks #MeTime “ POST. Wow, nailed it.
Baby stuff… SKIP!!!
I could really use a new dress... one of those single b**ches I know is bound to get married, one of these days.
And a bathing suit.
And undies, and a bra; and some socks. No, socks are boring. And comfy PJs. Why are men's PJs so much more comfortable than women's?
And maybe a purse – I should, I should totally treat myself with a purse. And some shoes to match. Not black this time, maybe an actual color.
I'm alone. In Target. I think this may be the happiest I've felt in months.
Is it too early to purchase wine? I mean, it’s not like I’m gonna go drink it right now. And it’s on sale, it’s like the universe is telling me to get it.
Do I know anybody who does scrapbooking? I should start scrapbooking. I wish I felt like scrapbooking. Wow, if you say "scrapbooking" too many times, it loses its meaning.
Cute Throw Pillows. CHECK.
Cute Lamp Shade to match Cute Throw Pillows. CHECK.
Luggage ON SALE? Shit, that's heavy... I’ll send my husband back, tomorrow.
Speaking of him, I wonder if I should get something for my husb--
Ooh, cute top.
I love being by myself. (sigh)
Do we need bathtub calk? Duct tape? Light bulbs? I should text the husb--
I wonder why they even have an Automotive department? I’m pretty sure I've never stepped foot in it.
I wonder how many calories I’ve burned in this Target, today? I might have earned a candy bar. Or, at least another snack-cake.
I should get my eyes checked at Target.
I should do my banking at Target.
Everything should be at Target.
F**king hell, ya'll, I'm by myself!
I’m not sure Flaming Cherry is really my color. Whatever, Flaming Cherry, CHECK.
Everybody likes getting cards in the mail, I should just buy, like, a stash.
What’s the deal with Sporting Goods? Do people seriously camp that much?
What did I come here for?
This is the most uninterrupted me-time I’ve had in ten years. "Please, don't let this feeling end..."
No, seriously, if I had super cute storage bins like this, I’d have a WAY more organized house.
I wonder how long I can be here before my family starts miss me. Like, call-in-a-missing-person-report, miss me.
Maternity… hmmm, we could have another baby. I mean, theoretically. Physically, it’s still possible. And just think how much more often I’d have to swing through Target!!
Did I get everything? What did I come here for, again? Shit. ...Let’s just take one more lap.