It's like when I go to target and am surrounded by comfort. It's like when you go to camp and don't go ALL WEEK and then you come home and you're HOME. Target is like that to me. Seriously. I love that place. Just thinking about it, though, made Little G wake up and need to poo. We're connected like that. Yesterday we got him this little halloween outfit. Now if only it would not be a bazillion degrees out AND October!
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love Target, love the outfit...kinda hate that it made me seriously want some candy corn. Mmmmmmmm...
I experience the "Target Effect" every time. Even when I try to beat it and just run back to pick up some cat food, I inevitably have to speedwalk back to the front. It's ridiculous, but I fully attribute it to the comfort factor. Pretty sure this fact alone makes us friends for life.
On a lighter note... love that outfit. I wish they made it in big people sizes that wouldn't make me look special.
Yah... pretty sure that it would be specializing.
I'm always scared someone will take my cart from the bathroom with my well found clearance items and I'll have to start all over.
Oh sugar...that's facinating. I wonder if I will have the same experience. I'll tell you in 7 weeks. xoxo
I'm glad you found 'the' outfit in Fin's size. I choose not to comment on the pooing.
Target is my drug.
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