Hubs and I went to Target (read: Tar-jay) today to pick up some stuff. I finally figured out how not to go ape shit and buy everything in sight there: do not, I repeat, do NOT use a cart. Take only the things you can carry. This was an ah-ha! moment for me. Sure it was a pain but it helped reign me in a little more than usual. I swear they must have subliminal “buy more stuff” messages embedded in the music they play because I go in there and automatically it becomes: oh yeah…I need this and that….infinitely until I can no longer stand the screaming kids and wandering adults.
I did know that I wanted a fun pair of sunglasses for our upcoming trip. As I was browsing the aviators, hubs found these and declared: they are perfect for you–pink and shiny. I couldn’t be offended because he’s right. He also proclaimed them my Kayne West sunglasses.
What do you think?
Growing up outside of Detroit, R&B and rap are some of my deepest music loves. And I’m not one to shy away from rapping in the car–sort of like Michael Bolton in Office Space:
I got some other random stuff from the Jay as well:
Remember “Give a Hoot, Don’t Pollute!”? Hoot hoot. I also found a mini-notebook for just over $1, another pair of sunglasses ($12.99, thank you very much), my new fave lip balm, and some non-toxic lotion and sunscreen. I don’t have high hopes for the sunscreen but considering I use so much of it that I could probably keep Coppertone in business, it may be worth it to find one that doesn’t ruin my hormones.
Now it’s on to dinner time and some tasty Bi-bim-bap goodness. Tonight we may bust out an oldie but goodie:
See it. I dare you.