My hubby and I are undergoing the Total Money Makeover. While reading the book, I realized that my biggest enemy is that sexy bitch that looks so good in red: The Target.
I think there are a few ways that The Target can help me overcome my addiction:
Electrify the Shopping Carts
If the carts shock the crap out of me every time I touch them, I am less likely to sail one of those plastic bitches around the store filling it with unnecessary crap.
Close Down the Dollar Aisle
Because everything in that damned aisle is cute. And now that they have me hooked, Target has sprinkled in some even cuter shit and charges $3.50 for it. Crafty, Target. Crafty.
Switch Clothing Buyers with Walmart
I wouldn't touch Walmart's "Fashion Tops" with a 10-foot pole, while Target is offering Marc Jacobs, Carolina Herrera and Oscar de la Renta. Stop. Just stop.
Close Down the Baby and Children's Section
The Children's section it is like my Bermuda Triangle: even though it wasn't where I was heading, I always end up there and can't escape--unless I add at least $50 worth of clothing, toys and hair accessories to my cart. Crap.
Stop Selling Booze
Because, seriously, like I need more temptation in that department. I need to be able to pick up a T-box with my diapers and maxi pads about as much as I need to birth me another baby.
Punch Me in the Face Every Time I Walk in
Because, really, there is nothing else that will deter me from crossing The Target's sweet, sweet threshold to give them my entire paycheck for a bunch of crap I don't need--or want. Stupid sexy Target.