Okay, I know it isn't a good idea to go to Target. I turn into a crazy person in Target. Usually, when I am there, I buy several things I don't need. Tonight, after my final, however, I was in need of something...and in the choice between French fry therapy and retail therapy, I chose the one that wasn't going to end up back on my thighs.
Well, tonight was no exception. Now, keep in mind, I was just at a Target on Sunday...a mere four days ago. I went on that day to buy stuff to pack into care packages and send to some friends from my old job who are spending the summer at camp. I got them some great stuff...little umbrellas for their drinks, stickers, water toys...but I didn't do any shopping for me. Okay, I didn't do much shopping for me. I didn't even look at the shoes...and that, my friends, is totally unlike me.
Tonight, after my final, I headed over to get on the highway...and there was Target, just past the entrance ramp...shining like a bright star on a cloudy night. And then I heard it..."Mary...we have new flip flops. We have fun things for your iPod. You need to come see us." I kid you not, folks. That Target was calling my name.
So I went...and I spent. I actually didn't reach my $100 norm, which is a big step for me. But I got some flip flops (sporty pink suede ones), and I got a protective sleeve for my iPod (which I had been looking to buy for a while). And I got three shirts (because you can't have enough shirts). And I got a pair of exercise-y pants for FIVE DOLLARS. That's right! Marked down 75%, and THEY WERE MY SIZE. We were meant-to-be.
Anyway, I know that they say that material things don't make a person happy...but my new pink flip flops are sure making me smile! Thanks, Dr. Tar-jhay!