Target

I love Target.

But, I have to ask, what is it about that place that inherently makes me put $100 worth of merchandise in my cart? Do they emit some sort of basic math neuro-blocker through the air vents? Do they broadcast subliminal messages through the PA system? What's the deal?

It doesn't matter what's on the list. It could be cat food and school supplies. It could be shampoo and kids' underwear. Today, it was (several bottles of) juice, a bag (or two) of candy for my little one's Halloween party (and mommy's desk!), Ziplok bags, a small baby gift for a friend, hair conditioner for me and the girls, a cover for my new iPod touch, and a 12-pack of soda. somehow, I walked out with all of those items, PLUS and extra bottle of shampoo for the kids, some, um, feminine products, footless stockings for big girl's costume, and, oh yeah, a $25 Halloween costume for my indecisive almost 4 year old (I want to be a pumpkin. No, I want to be a witch. Mommy, I promise, I'm not going to change my mind again!). I did not get the iPod cover. Grand total: $94 and change. It would have been $100 if I had gone with the stretch pants over the cheaper stockings.

I'd like to say the easy solution is to just avoid Target. But, I may have withdrawal symptoms. I could send the hubby instead. But, he would choose Walmart, and that place has the same effect on him. So, what's a girl to do?