danger, danger

That's what I need; to program my car or my cell phone or something on my person or, I don't know -maybe something called my conscience or own personal free will?? to sound a "danger" alarm when I'm in a Target parking lot.

I Targeted this morning.

(this is some new habit I've picked up lately. instead of a real English sentence, I make up single verbs to describe things. I think my three year old's grammar is rubbing off on me. seriously. and Ryan's picking up on it too... the other day Savannah was in her room throwing a fit and he asked me "what is she fitting about?" don't mind us... we're just making up our own English around here!)

Anyway. Target.
I went.
It started out simple and innocent enough... I needed toothpaste and floss and a new toilet brush and toilet paper and a few random things like that. Target is really the only non-grocery store on the way between Sawyer's school and home, so of course that's where I'd have to stop after dropping him off, for convenience, right?

Only once I was in there I of course had to peruse clothes... a rare shopping trip sans kids, so of course I need to make sure there's nothing I have to try on while I have the freedom to do so without two kids fighting, whining or complaining in the dressing room. And I could really use some new shorts/cropped jeans/or some such summer lower half attire. So I tried on a bazillion clothes (because I could!)(in peace!!); summer dresses, tops, jeans, shorts, whatever I thought was cute. Their clearance racks were packed. Yum.
I did manage to keep my ultimate picks to a few tank tops with clearance stickers on them and one pair of capri jeans (not on sale- boo!).

But the whole store had clearance everywhere I looked!
(clearance shoes! a whole wall of clearance flip-flops!! look away!!)
I tried to hurry over to the health/beauty department for the things on my list, thinking I couldn't do much damage there. Turns out almost every endcap was spilling over with clearance there too! I checked everything out. And ended up with a bunch of crap in my cart; good mascara for $1.50! (several of them) eyeshadow for .50! swiffer dusters for $1! shae butter hand lotion for $1.48! cute little ob tampon travel cases for .80! and lots lots more.
ridiculous.

I've been doing real well with my Target habit lately. I've only been going in there once every couple of weeks, quick with a list, as opposed to the every other day to browse that I could easily do if I wanted.
It's those gosh darn red clearance stickers that get me into trouble...
That's a love-hate relationship if ever I saw one.

Have you Targeted lately?