Somebody needs to talk me down.....

Today I decided to do my grocery shopping at our shiny new Super Target. I've been faithful to Super Wal-Mart for months now but with the convenience of Target only a few short miles away from my house I thought it would be wise to do some price comparison shopping. I checked off everything on my list and I'm happy to report that the total was very comparable to Wal-Mart. There was also the added bonus of a cart that didn't drive like a jackhammer and the courteousness of employees trying to impress their new boss so bonus points were awarded. It was a joyful experience and I couldn't wait to return.

On the way home from school this afternoon Little Ocho reminded me she needed 12 plastic eggs for school. Since she hadn't yet been inside the promised land I figured it was an opportune time to show her around. I mean Handiman was at home all doped up on medication so he wouldn't notice if we were a few minute late. We stopped in for plastic eggs. We left with plastic eggs and a white sweater and a swimsuit to take to San Francisco and this

because when you have a daughter with beautiful blue eyes you must showcase them with the appropriate apparel.

Are you seeing a problem developing? I went twice. In one day. And if that wasn't bad enough I also noticed that the brand new Kohl's right next door is now open too. Super Target is to me what vodka is to Lindsey Lohan. What crack is to Whitney Houston. What Swiss Cake Rolls are to Big Nanny. I simply have no self control. To make matters worse, just like Lindsey & Whitney, my entourage is filled with addicts just as sick as I am.

I need an intervention and fast.