Target Therapy

So the other day I was feeling quite blah. You know when you just feel like you are DRAGGING yourself through everything you do?

And then I realized. I hadn't gone to Target in WEEKS.

I needed replacement sunglasses.

I wanted those cool little Dr. Scholl's insoles to make my gold heels tolerable.

I had only one pair of pajama pants

It was Target time.

And I actually HAD time to go to Target.

They had my sunglasses.

I got my insoles.

I found cute gray pajama pants.

And I even found a long-sleeved workout shirt that totally matches my blue shorts for eleven bucks.

Suddenly life was bright. I had time. I had things. I had.....

Target.

Whew.