I put on my big girl pants, plugged an address into Weezy and drove about an hour south of Boone to the mythical city of Hickory.
You know what they have in Hickory?
Breathtaking, isn't it?
While that is not a picture I personally took, this is how I like to picture it, right before I drift off to sleep and dream of Archer Farms and Isaac Mizrahi.
I walked in, my eyes filled with wonder and my heart saturated with love. Had I been wearing a hat, I like to think I would've pulled a Mary Tyler Moore and launched it into the atmosphere with unbridled joy.
I walked every inch of that store, for each aisle in every department was precious to me.
I smiled at camping gear. I laughed knowingly at the bathroom scales. I got a little choked up around the purses. So many memories...
I would've stayed all afternoon, but after only an hour, I got the feeling I needed to go, for my basket might've looked like this:
For dinner that evening, I consumed my free chicken sandwich from Chick-Fil-A, thanks to my Indiana University t-shirt and a couple friends who alerted me of this fantastic promotion (thank you, Lisa Diane and Sargibso!).
I rounded off my evening with a mug off jasmine green tea and a movie. It was a lovely day.
But wait! That's not all! The spirit of Labor Day continues!
This morning, I checked my e-mail and Alicia of It Aint Easy Being Cheesy, had sent me a little message.
I won something!
I can hardly stand it. Aren't they amazing? Isn't she amazing? That's a rhetorical question, by the way. She IS amazing.
While the gift of spoons took place the day after Labor Day, I prefer to treat it like Christmas, where the festivities continue long after the actual day has ended. That same energy warmed my heart this morning, and with that feeling, I will also carry a special knowledge:
I made Labor Day my bitch.
17 comments:
I went to Target yesterday, too. It was neat.
Don't you talk about Labor Day that way.
I had a baby on Labor Day.
Cliche, I know.
But still.
you won something FROM target and you WENT to target.....creeeeeepy! but friggin amazing!! are you jealous that target is literally my back yard. no joke. it would take me 2 minutes to walk there.....yeah, i said it...and you know what...you're amazing...you labor day pimp slapper!
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It sounds like you love Target as much as I do! I'm there at least once a week, just can't get enough of the place.
Looked around your blog, your writing is hysterical. You have a new follower. I look forward to reading more!
I havent been to target in so long... it's a magical place!
Congratulations! I was so worried about you not having a Target. It was a thought that was too sad to bear. Did you sniff any clothes or hug any random employees whilst you were there? What a happy day.
Oh lord, I miss Target more than almost any other American "thing." We have an impostor here called Zellers, but it's not the same..at all...
Also, we have NO CHIC FIL'A!!! It's a crying shame.
Here's the bootstrap story, Sara:
We were on a long airplane flight and we were dressed in winter gear. There was an elastic strap on Shawn's boot. It was one of those straps you use for tightening the tops of snow boots so no snow will get inside. Here's where it gets exciting . . . Shawn pulled the VERY elastic strap to its utmost tautness and then, inexplicably, put the strap in his mouth and bit down. The tension of the elastic overwhelmed Shawn's Tic-Tac teeth and his tooth leapt out of his mouth in a mini shower of spit and hemoglobin. This is what it is like to live with Shawn. Bloody and funny as hell.
O Target, you mecca of convenience shopping.
And btw...I am proud of your square scarf! :)
Oh crap, where do you live that you don't have a Target?? That's my hell. A friend lived in such dire circumstances once b/c her hubby is military and he was stationed in the middle of effing nowhere. She, too, would drive to Target. I wouldn't be surprised to have found her snuggled up in a sleeping bag in the camping display, a la Where The Heart Is. Naturally, she'd be divinely pregnant and give birth there, too.
Sounds like a fab day. Long live Target!!
hey there! sarah (with an h) stopping by to say hello! i'm gonna poke around a bit now...
Yay Target!!!!
I'm sooooooooooooooooo jealous!
Congrats! It is awesome fun to make Labor Day one's "bitch"...spank Labor Day's ass and ask it for oral satisfaction! Hell yeah!!
you writing about Target...it's as if I am am there...I even miss that MUZAQ CD listening station near the greeting card aisle.
must go. must go now!
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You are hilarious!!!! I love your witty writing.
And I <3 Target.
Thanks for the words on my blog. :)
LLOL! "I made Labor Day my bitch." now that is funny. I effing LOVE Tarjay....
haha love the last sentence of this post! and that target looks like heaven...
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