My autobiography should be titled thusly: I Only Needed One Thing From Target. I went in for a birthday card (yes, Jeymie, it’s for you! And it’s a week late. But the thought counts, right?) and spent $45 on an adorable London mug, new yoga pants, a wooden cutting board, and a packing list notepad (I’m notoriously bad at forgetting to pack things). There must be something in the air (maybe the Starbucks or buttery popcorn) that makes you want to spend money. At least, on this occasion, I bought what I needed. Oh yes, I’ve gone to stores with the intent to buy something and totally forgotten it.
Though Jane @ Taingamala has the super snazzy Target to enjoy, and I a bit jealy.
Who else can’t control their baser Target urges?