If I walk in to Target, I am resigning myself to spend at least fifty bucks.
I have simply come to accept that I can walk in to Target for one thing and come out with a new nail polish, fuzzy socks, a five dollar movie, and a pair of bright coral yoga pants. If I am lucky I remembered to get the thing I actually went in for...
This is why I have a love/hate relationship with Target.
Granted it's like 89% love/11% hate.
I love it a lot more than I hate it.
Still I kick myself everytime I'm swipin' that debit card, thinking "You just needed to pick up a quick bday card to send to one person... Do you really need these adorable new picture frames?"
Yes.
I do.
Does anyone else have a similar relationship with Target?
I'm sure I'm not the only one...
