Yesterday I posted that little Livers broke my lamp in the den. We struck out yesterday on our search, much because I was tired. We went to Target looking for a lamp, but our search was abbreviated as we were walking down the Crayola isle (no joke, the arts and crafts isle is basically all the same brand). I started smelling something and looked at Livers, saying, "Dear Lord please don't let that be you." And of course it was. So we high-tailed it to check-out and the changing table. Let's just say I felt REALLY sorry for any customers who came in after I changed THAT diaper.
Well, now that I'm rejuvenated we are about to head BACK out to find a replacement. And to get stuff for our downstairs bedroom and bath. Why? My in-laws are coming to visit next weekend, and my husband wants the place to absolutely sparkle. Some women would get really annoyed when their husband gets on a cleaning/organizing kick, barking orders to "get the old baby gear out of the guest room," "straighten the basement," or "take down the Christmas lights in the front yard that have been up since Thanksgiving," but not me. I finally have a teammate in the Battle Against the Clutter. The in-laws should come every month if this is what it takes to get him motivated :)
So I'm off to Target. Hopefully the bank account won't take too much of a hit. ;)
I do love me some Target....
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What is it with baby poop in Target? Mine does it every time!
I absolutely LOVE Target!!!! Beyond love!
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