TARGETWhy after my extended absence would my first post be about Target? Well, I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE Target, but I forgot, at least until Target reminded me why I have a love affair with her. Picture it Saturday night, and we are out of diapers. How does that happen? Michael is a Pampers baby. Every other diaper he wears make him leak. I HATE leaking diapers. It is disgusting. So I have a coupon for Pampers diapers at Target. I have not been to Target since we moved here. Wal-mart is a lot closer (and the customers can be scary, dirty, frightening, etc), but I have decided Target is worth the drive. So I enter Target and I feel myself center. I am calm. My senses take in my surroundings, I feel excitement and I feel as though I am home. I find the diaper aisle. Next to my beloved Pampers (you know the company that should pay me because I have spent an insane amount of money purchasing their diapers over the years, remember Tori refused to potty train until she was 3 1/2 years old) I see it. A gold box. Target brand diapers. They are significantly cheaper and have more diapers in the box. I seize the opportunity. I decide to buy them, if they leak I will return them for a refund.
Guess what my long-lost friends (due to my blogging absence)? They DON'T leak. My life is complete. Michael, all furniture, clothes and beds are dry. I am a happy woman who has an extra $6.00 to spend on something else.
Target, I pledge my allegiance to you. You have never failed me yet, and when I visit you I come out poorer, but it is worth every retail therapy penny.
Guess what my long-lost friends (due to my blogging absence)? They DON'T leak. My life is complete. Michael, all furniture, clothes and beds are dry. I am a happy woman who has an extra $6.00 to spend on something else.
Target, I pledge my allegiance to you. You have never failed me yet, and when I visit you I come out poorer, but it is worth every retail therapy penny.
Farm pictures
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Michael's birthday celebration
New toys
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