An open letter to Target

Dear Target,

I really enjoy our lunch time rendezvous, but I'm starting to feel like you're taking advantage of my generosity. See, whenever I come to visit, you're conveniently out of baskets, which forces me to use a cart. So, instead of just getting toothpaste, paper towels and a frozen lunch, I end up with a cart full of things I don't need like dog beds, candles, dishes and t-shirts. And then I usually forget the toothpaste and paper towels, which means another visit the next day and the vicious cycle just keeps going.

I'd like to think you're not using me for my money because I've always thought you were much cooler than that, but if you don't start keeping more baskets on hand, I may have to reconsider this relationship because it's really starting to wear on my bank account.

Sunshine and puppy dogs,
CK

Miss Lucy Beagle

Thing 2 is bored tonight.

Mac 'n cheese

I've been having kind of crappy week, so when I went to pick up my lunch today, I really wanted to get a big tub of macaroni and cheese. You know, those Country Crock ones they market as side dishes? Yeah, side dish, my patutti. I'll eat the whole thing in one sitting, thanks.

But, since just a few weeks down the line, they'll be no place to hide, I decided to get the nasty Lean Cuisine version.


It's significantly smaller, much less creamy and sort of mysteriously grainy. But close enough, I guess, if I don't want to be mistaken for Shamu on the beach this summer.

But then, it reminded me of this unfortunate (but not blogged about until now) incident at the department holiday potluck this past Christmas.


I think I was more upset about the ruined homemade mac 'n cheese than about the broken crockpot.