Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Why I Can Never Be Allowed In Target Again
I bought a pink polka dotted sweater for my dog. She lives hundreds of miles away, and hates being dressed up more than anything in the world.
Kerplunk is a fun game for children of all ages. Especially children who wear their polo shirts with all the buttons buttoned, if you're judging from the box art.

Sometimes I'm an impulse buyer. I see a product like cheese-flavored gum or peppermint hot pockets and I think, sure, why not. Every time I'm in the checkout line I'm sorely tempted by Us Weekly's promises of Brangelina news and Britney wit and wisdom. But last night I went to Target by myself and I totally crossed the line. Among my several hundred dollars of purchases:
Everyone loves a paint by number kit. This baby is finally going to land me in the MoMA. Or in jail, depending.
I think the pirate pinata pretty much speaks for itself.