Miss Bea Heyvin: i hate you target...

...you are the bane of my existence.

well...kind of...

...not really...ugh...

So here's the story. I went into Target last night, just to buy some spray starch...because my grocery store...who will remain nameless (Meijer)...can't seem to carry any other spray starch except their own brand. Anyway, why oh why can't I get in and out of Target for less than $100? Every time I go in the store I'm thinking, "Spray starch...you only need spray starch...just march yourself to the aisle, get the spray starch, checkout and walk to the car. Do not pass go. Do not collect $100." It seems simple enough, right? It's as if they spray an amnesia drug into the air because as soon as my little sweaty hands grab onto that red shopping cart, my brain turns to mush.

I should just have a Target barcode permanently etched on my wrist.

Anyway, the whole point of that diatribe is that they, as in Target, are ready to overflowing with the cutest stuff for summer. And...AND...affordable prices.

I hate them.

I love them.

No, I hate them.

No, really...