An Ode to Target
O how I long for thee
The minutes together seem to flee
Hats, glasses, clothes, and more
All of the things that I adore
You tempt me with your cheap deals
Of fun, beautiful, and fancy high heels
But o how i loath
to pay my bill
Like any addiction so bitter, so sweet,
I cannot wait till the next time we meet.
Ok so that is not exactly iambic pentameter but it will do. I am a Targaholic and yesterday I made my pilgrimage and it was sweet. But, like any sweet and seductive temptress, when I left, I felt ashamed at my lack of self control. But when I am there, something happens to me. Its like I lose all mental capacity and I cannot think about time beyond exiting the store. While there I am alive in the moment, and I relish every second we have together. (Ok I am being a little dramatic, ok alot dramatic, but I am positive you ladies know what I am talking about and how I feel.) I spent...drumroll..............drumroll..........139.67 in one shopping trip on things that I really did not need. I walked through the store and was mesmerized by the racks and racks of discount clothes, jewelry, and books. UHHH.
I wanted it and I wanted it all. HA! I wandered around the store for an hour and half, and I could have been there longer if I had let myself. I think they must pipe some sort of drug into the air in that place, because seriously, everything else just disappears.
Hopefully yesterday's events will keep me away from there for a good long while. Probably not, but I can hope.
P.S. I wrote this post while being on hold with my insurance company for 45 minutes. While on hold I managed to pay some bills, work on the budget, and file some papers. At least I was productive!