Tonight I went back to Target because I thought I was overcharged for a frozen dinner, by $.20. Times 2. I was not, I must be remembering prices from months ago. I also thought I was overcharged for a pitcher type water purifier by $13.00. I was not. What happened there was the price on the shelf did not match with the product, someone stuck the pitcher in the wrong place, and I didn't look closely because the store was closing and I had to get outta there with my white bread and ham.

So, there I was in Target for absolutely NOTHING. I looked at this, I looked at that, and I talked myself out of everything. Good for me. Actually, I was too tired to be productive, just wandering in a missioned daze, for lack of a better term. I thought I had a mission, but it was executed very poorly. I mean, I did look at stuff I wanted to, the best I could, but nothing appealed, nothing registered. That ever happen to you? Listlessly walked by picture frames and alarm clocks. Couldn't summon the strength to care. I checked out these little sleeping pills and asked the pharamcist what was the dif from one kind to the next? He said, Just go buy the store brand of Benadryl for a buck, it's the same ingredient as in the sleeping pills. Okay, so I tried but couldn't track. Left pills to go look at a ballon shade to cover that dumb French door to nowhere in the bedroom, but I didn't know if 63" length would cut it. I had curtains, but DTD swiped them. Then I looked at these hangars I like, they are covered with velveteen or something and the shoulders slope so as to be kindly on clothes and not all nasty pokey so that when you wear a shirt you look like you have a disturbance on your shoulder. Well, the only color they had was off-white. Forget that, I want dark blue and dark green to disguise the dust. Then I went to look at sweaters on sale, I'm such a sweater girl, but I remembered from sad past experience that this knit really balls up. Can't have that. Pass.

Near the end I was examing $6 long-sleeved t-shirts stitch by stitch. I must have stood there close to 15 minutes, checking out all the colors, seeing if there might me one that met my specifications of even seams and all that. I was getting very frustrated and wished I'd never come and that I was home watching Andy Griffith instead. Along about this stage of this futile exercise, a woman expertly parked her cart at this same t-shirt display and threw in a shirt. I forget what color. What dif does it make, 'cause then she threw in another color and another, with not the slightest hint of inspection. She just dove to the bottom of the pile for her size and grabbed whichever one her hand hit first. Just when I thought, WOW, isn't this something!, she discovered more colors on the other side of the stand and gingerly tossed in one more. Nothin' to it. Pure efficiency.

So there I was, 0 shirts and 15 minutes lost forever, and there this lady was, 4 shirts in 30 seconds and on her merry way getting the job done. Honestly, didn't God make us all our own little person? I moved away from t-shirts and grudgingly looked at pj's on sale and warm sweat pants. Hopeless. I just wasn't up to it. Out the door empty-handed. Won't be going back to Target for about a month. GOOD!

The moral of this story, I goofed going to Target, but I forgive myself.

Cherry cupcakes going into my new system tonight. There, that's the happiest thing about this whole day.

Do not hire me to be your personal shopper,
KEM