How MUCH do I love Target?



Let me count the ways...a truly last minute trip yesterday with my redhead revealed not only do we have silly fun in the car(he was hurling sunflower seeds out the window at passers-by), I also know that it is damn near impossible to spend less than $40 at any given time in that place. Not that $40 is bad, it's good! A 25 pound bag of cat litter and a 5 pound canister of cheez balls is great when you have a car. I am simply stunned that on any given trip, I have never been able to spend less than $40. Last night, I came close--$32.79, but he added to the mix by dropping $19 since I didn't have enough on me, and we spend every Sunday together anyway. It makes sense to have the foods he likes in my cupboard. That's still a bit over $50. We also got microwave popcorn, which we go through like water. We are movie maniacs, so proper snacks are in order.



I've got enough cereal, laundry detergent, cat litter, cat food, OxyClean, apple juice, eggs, and bathroom products to get me through the end of October, if not further. It's really really amazing. I could barely fit the Purex allergy-free detergent under my sink, it was about 4 pounds! Dexter sniffed the cheez balls, he's been known to enjoy potato chips and other weird things when I'm not looking. My only regret is that I did not have time to go through Isaac Mizrahi's new clothes section. I was hoping he'd turn up again--Todd Oldham at Kmart is just not my style, neither is Martha Stewart. I don't need Kermit the Frog Spring Green colored sheets. Kermit sheets, ok, but not the color of Kermie.



Target is so wonderful I look at my coupons and wonder "what do I do with these?" I don't actually need them, although it might be fun to pick up a $1.89 item and take 60 cents off. I think I'd get a kick out of seeing that at the register.



We made it home in time to catch "Carnivale", that new spooky show on HBO. Carnies are not just creatures that soccer-ball heads enjoy (wink, wink Ms. Penguin)! This is freaky stuff. You've got a healer who'd rather not heal, a priest who really does want to be God, a midget whose entire existence is a dream sequence, albeit a dark one, and a catatonic telepath whose daughter "hears" her "speak", and is quite nifty with tarot cards. Set in the dust bowl, this gives marvelous background to those suffering from tuberculosis. All that dust must do damage, eh? Nick Stahl has grown up. It's nice to see him in a real show. The last thing I saw him in was "Safe Passage", a pure piece of tripe where Susie Sarandon and Robert Sean Leonard wasted their talents. Nick was a baby with bad white-guy dreadlocks in that one. Don't bother, it's not even worth a rental. How these crappy movies get made I don't know. But the allure of buying the DVDs for $10 or less at Target makes it all better, I guess.