Let me count the ways…
I’ve long been a fan of Target. In high school, Jamie and I would go wander the aisles at least weekly, and I continue to do so to this day. There is hardly a week that goes by where I don’t find some excuse to venture to the land of Target. Its gotten to the point that I need to regulate myself upon entering the store, to prevent run-away spending. My Target shopping philosophy?
If you’re broke, no basket, no cart. If you can’t lug it to the counter with your own brute strength, you can’t bring it home.
Got some money, but need to rein in the spending? Grab a basket. If it doesn’t fit or makes the basket too heavy, it wasn’t meant to be…put that sucker back.
Ready to go buck wild? Grab a cart, and enjoy it! It’ll be awhile before you have one of these moments again. (Buying a house is a good catalyst for a Target shopping spree, and an excellent justification for grabbing the cart.)
I’ve also recently come to appreciate a whole new side of Target – the wedding registry. Jeremy and I went after work one night a month or so ago, and wandered the aisles asking “do we need _____?” Which, as any avid Target shopper knows, could be anything from lip gloss to a power sander. After we finished our tour of the store, I ventured online to add to the registry – and a whole new world opened up to me. Target, I love thee, I really do.
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