so had to do a target run yesterday and thought i'd be in and out in 20 minutes. silly girl, you *never get out of target in 20 minutes! i had a list of items i needed to get both for the house and for the shower i'm hosting this weekend for my sis2be. (this is the part where i admit my anal-retentiveness / OCD.) so my list is organized by store sections, in the order of how i plan to get them (i like to go in, turn right and then make my way around the store). i walk into target, wondering at the "we're open during our remodel" sign that i noticed outside. i make it all the way to the far right of the store to pick up diapers and - no. no diapers there now. so i think, hmm, ok, let me grab some seasonal stuff and head up the aisle to find ... not what i'm looking for. ANYWAYS, to make a long story short, it took me 40 minutes running around from one end of the store to another to get all the things i needed. thank goodness for my mom, who met us there and kept belly occupied in the toy section.
today, the kids played outside for a good part of the afternoon because it's finally nice again. i felt all 1950s-ish because e was mowing the lawn while i had the kids playing in the playground, with a bunch of the neighborhood kids out too. on our way in, i stopped to talk to our neighbor. just add the white picket fence and i'm a cliche. but i secretly love it.
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