I Wont Need a Gift Receipt, but Thank You

*I found this little gem in my drafts. Looks like I wrote it in May. Funny because I had to make an emergency trip to Target last night to clear my head buy formula. I have evidently matured a lot over the past five months because I made it out with only the things I needed. I may or may not have had to dump a few things right before I checked out, but in the end, I did the right thing. Ha. *

I must warn you...this post is tooooootally fluff. It has nothing at all to do with "The Silvio Family". It's all about me...and Target. Howwwwwwever, if you love me us enough to read this Blog, you're fine with my fluff. OK, now that the disclaimer is out...

Target is my happy place. This is not new info. It's just that from time-to-time, I need to talk about it. I mean, my own mother has used the line "Babe, it sounds like you really need a trip to Target" to cheer me up. One time right before Reese was born, I was melting down having a hard day, and I remember my mom asking in a very concerned tone, "Well, how long has it been since you've been to Target?" Lol...{Remember, I'm counting on you to not lose respect for me because you love me enough to read this, so you're not going to judge. Right? RIGHT?} I'm just speaking truth here, people. 

Sometimes I go to Target for a pick-me-up. Sometimes I legitimately need things that ONLY Target has. For real. Today, I just needed to go there because I had only one hour between the end of my errands and when I needed to pick up Jackson from school. 

I realize it's taking me a long time to get to the point, but it feels good to talk about Target. 

So... Today, as I was checking out, the cashier kindly asked me, "Ma'am, will you need a gift receipt for any of these items?" I instantly felt a rush of guilt and wasn't sure how to lie answer the question...because the honest answer was..."No, actually, I don't need a gift receipt. Because every single item in this buggy is coming home with me... the dump truck, the swim suit, the k-cups, the slip, the cover-up, the two random dresses for Reese that I couldn't pass up.... They're all mine... All because of an hour of weakness in your store...but...OH....something, yes SOMETHING in this buggy must SURELY be a gift for somebody. If not...well that would be just wrong." After what was surely a long, awkward silence, I looked up and said, "No ma'am."