Target: Enter at Your Own Risk

The beginning of the month 

is always a suuuuuper fun time in the Dunn household.

That's because this chick gets paid

on the last work day of the month.

And there's always a few days after I get paid

right before all our bills are due

(because for some whacko reason, 

we've got to pay those monthly as well)

where we feel rich!

Feel being the operative word.

And what does one do when they feel rich?

They go to Target, of course. 

Ah, Target, the most beloved hated place on Earth.

I usually try to run in and run out speedy quick

because it is way too easy to get sucked into the greatness that is Target.

However, Friday I gave into temptation. 

My intentions were innocent enough.

I needed eyeliner.

But for some reason, I found myself looking at nail polish instead

and then clothes

and then Halloween decorations

and then dog costumes

and then baby stuff (I rest my case on the dangers of Target)

and the next thing I knew, 

45 minutes had passed,

I had no eyeliner

and my Christmas wish-list had quadrupled in size.

The moral of the story:

Beware of the red neon sign.

I'm convinced it's a target for a reason.

You get sucked in and BAM, 

your poor wallet pays the price. Literally.

Hugs,