I had a Who Moved My Cheese moment last week at Target. I knew in my head that I hadn’t been there in a while, but I didn’t realize how long until I looked at my Target App. (there’s an app for that because there’s an app for everything) It had been over 7 weeks. SEVEN. Before the United States Dumpster Fire started, I was a once-a-week Target girl. I kept asking (anyone who would listen) “Do you think Target is gonna go out of business since I’m not going as much?”
I was actually pretty excited about my shopping trip, but sadly my excitment quickly turned to slight panic and not at the Disco. I was lost as hell because during my shopping absence the Target People remodeled/rearranged the ENTIRE store. Without my permission; what is this world coming to?
Are you old enough to remember the book Who Moved My Cheese?
She found what, where?
I have a text thread with my girls; My DNA Squad. Don’t tell their Dad, he’ll be seriously jealous.
To answer her question, yes, she used to pack heat. And also sew. And also was possibly the most unorganized person ever; hence ammo in her sewing basket. I’ll have to check her revolver for some thread. Lolo confirmed that the sewing basket still smelled like Grandma’s apartment.
I miss that unorganized lady like crazy.
I found what, where?
Last weekend my Great Niece was here visiting for the day. We broke out the girls Barbie house and accessories. Lots and lots of accessories.
I sent a text to the girls letting them know we were dusting off the Barbies.
One accessory didn’t belong in the Barbie box at all.
I removed the play scissors from Barbies’ poor ear before Kinsley was traumatized.
Can you imagine what I found in that little box within the Barbie box?
Don’t ya love a cliffhanger? I’ve got to figure out a way for you to return to this nonsense.