You go into a store for TWO things (two of the same thing, not even two different items), and come out with two bags full of stuff.
Somewhere Mr. Target is laughing his rich little head off. I fell into his sneaky retail trap and wholeheartedly admit defeat.
After our trip to Krispy Kreme, we went to Target for Emergen-C, per Craig's request.
Sounds easy enough, right?
Well, my two boxes of Emergen-C turned into this:
And, last but not least, this:
The clearance rack got me. It gets me every time. EVERY. TIME.
On the bright side, I bought nine shirts for Caroline and me for a total of $22.95. Of course my four shirts cost $20 and Caroline's future Valentine's shirts cost $2.95 for all five.
The sign said 75% off, but they were actually 90% off. SCORE. There weren't many left in or around her size, so I bought the next size up. Those should fit next year and *possibly* the year after. A girl can never have too many Valentine's shirts, you know. And for .59, it would be practically sinful (on a Sunday, no less!) to leave them on the shelf.
I'm about to make a confession.
A Target clearance confession.
Just look at the pile of clothing I have on standby for Caroline.
Do you think I have a problem?
Wait, don't answer that.
Long sleeved plain shirts.
Easter/spring shirts and other short sleeved shirts.
Can you blame me?
Oh, how my heart sings when my eyes spot those little red clearance stickers.
When I find clothes with these prices, I HAVE to snatch them up.
It's my duty.