Targeted

Did you hear about all those kooky people yesterday who went nuts over Missoni for Target?  

Well, Hi, I'm Shelley, and I'm one of those kooks.  Sort of.  I played it cool and didn't go to Target until lunchtime yesterday.  I figured shelves of Italian designer stuff wouldn't disappear in Alabama the way it could in New York.  

And that kind of snobby thinking landed me where I deserved:  standing in Target with an empty basket and staring at empty white shelves.  All the good stuff was gone.  

So I hit the road this morning and went south to find a Target that at least still had some stuff.  They pepper it all over the store so it's like a little treasure hunt.  (I'm a marketer's dream.)  I scored an expandable file to organize all my homebound students' stuff, a candle for the guest room, a coffee mug for no good reason and a hooded sweater that turned out to be kids' clothing.  I thought I was being sneaky when I found it abandoned back by the dressing room, and I found it strange that a size L would be so snug on me.  I just figured it was mislabeled.  Nope.  Did I buy it anyway?  Yep.

I'll be the envy of the whole 4th grade.

A shot that includes Owen, since that's why most of you are really here anyway  ;)