Right On Target

I gladly pay people who make me look better than I am. In fact, I’m happy writing a check to my wedding album designer because she does such a good job at what she does and, in turn, makes my images look better in a client wedding album. I was also happy writing a check to my blog designer after he created my blog—which, I believe, makes me look way cooler than I really am.

So, yes, I don’t mind spending money if I think it’ll put me in favorable graces amongst mixed company.

After getting pedicures yesterday, JD asked if we could stop by Target because he needed to pick up a beard trimmer. I’m still not too sure how I feel about his recent spurt of facial hair, but that wasn’t the reason I was so trepid walking into the red and white store. If you want to call it a store. I view it more as a Fastrack Relapse Pass for a Shopaholic. I hate walking into Target because while I may go for JUST ONE THING, I come out with a cart brimming with Things I Didn’t Know I Needed. I’ve been known to pick up an electric blanket, 13-pound container of laundry soap, and BBQ tongs on sale. We don’t even own a barbeque, but I still bought them. You know, for one day when we may need them. Like I said, I’m dangerous when armed with that red shopping cart.

Yesterday, however, as JD and I made our way through the checkout line, I beamed with pride. Because, dang, I looked like a good wife. It seems like Target made me remember all the things JD said we needed in, say, oh the past THREE YEARS. Hey, we need an iron right? Let’s get this one! Well, if we get an iron, let’s get a new ironing pad! Ooooh, and look at this beard trimmer on sale! Organic and environmentally safe hand soap? JD, you loooove this sort of stuff…I’ll put it in the cart! An ICEE? Yes, I’ll get you an ICEE while we shop! Hmmm, I think we need rechargeable batteries! It got so bad that—I’m not lying—JD asked me to close my eyes as we walked through the hair products aisle.

So, I’d just like to say here on my blog that I appreciate you, Target. You—with your red shirts, khaki pants, and smiles—make me feel happy as JD passes his debit card over. I’m more than happy to hand over money because, well, I gladly pay people who make me look better than I am. Much Love and Appreciation…J*