Hit the Target?
I had to get away.
YES-HAD.to.
I needed to be away from fevers, coughs, colds, sniffles and moaning...or sighing or whatever it is one calls that noise. You know the one. When someone is sick and they want attention?
*sigh* *moan*
I went to my Weight Watchers meeting---where I learned I'd gained a half-a-pound...to which I'm not suprised. Bad week.
I had lunch with my WW pals... and we gabbed for almost 3 hours.
Yes, THREE.
Afterwards, I made a trip to Target to return my daughter's shoes that were too big. Yes, those would be the shoes we spent 2 solid days and 3 major cities looking for--for the formal--that she decided were too big 5 minutes before her date arrived...so she wore a pair of her church heels.
And yes, I called her a 'little brat'.
After I returned the shoes, I decided I had time to browse.
$125 later--- I pushed my cart out to the car... and mentally deducted what the shoes cost... just so I could say I spent less than $100. Because I'm thrifty that way.
Then I went to Waldemart... and spent another $100 on things I needed, and a few things I didn't...but wanted.
Then I went to the commissary-- to buy some ground turkey --because the side of beef and pig we bought aren't ready for pick up yet. As I walked out to the car-- I wondered how the heck I dropped $50 in there... as I only picked up a few things.
But... money aside...
While I hit the Target (and other stores)...I HIT THE TARGET.
I feel better. I feel rested. I feel I can, again, listen to the moaning and sighing of the sick and afflicted.
And to cap off the night....I will be making THIS from Pioneer Woman . Hat tip to Erin for the link to that heavenly recipe.
And No, I won't be counting those points, thankyouverymuch.
YES-HAD.to.
I needed to be away from fevers, coughs, colds, sniffles and moaning...or sighing or whatever it is one calls that noise. You know the one. When someone is sick and they want attention?
*sigh* *moan*
I went to my Weight Watchers meeting---where I learned I'd gained a half-a-pound...to which I'm not suprised. Bad week.
I had lunch with my WW pals... and we gabbed for almost 3 hours.
Yes, THREE.
Afterwards, I made a trip to Target to return my daughter's shoes that were too big. Yes, those would be the shoes we spent 2 solid days and 3 major cities looking for--for the formal--that she decided were too big 5 minutes before her date arrived...so she wore a pair of her church heels.
And yes, I called her a 'little brat'.
After I returned the shoes, I decided I had time to browse.
$125 later--- I pushed my cart out to the car... and mentally deducted what the shoes cost... just so I could say I spent less than $100. Because I'm thrifty that way.
Then I went to Waldemart... and spent another $100 on things I needed, and a few things I didn't...but wanted.
Then I went to the commissary-- to buy some ground turkey --because the side of beef and pig we bought aren't ready for pick up yet. As I walked out to the car-- I wondered how the heck I dropped $50 in there... as I only picked up a few things.
But... money aside...
While I hit the Target (and other stores)...I HIT THE TARGET.
I feel better. I feel rested. I feel I can, again, listen to the moaning and sighing of the sick and afflicted.
And to cap off the night....I will be making THIS from Pioneer Woman . Hat tip to Erin for the link to that heavenly recipe.
And No, I won't be counting those points, thankyouverymuch.
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