So I went to the fabulous Target boutique last night.  And I was SORELY disappointed.

When Target opened here, I reveled in the reasonably-priced fashion it brough.  Their shoes were usually a knock-off of Steve Madden’s line for that season (and who doesn’t love well-priced knock-offs?), so I always stocked up when the new line rolled out.  Their clothes were very trendy, but priced low enough that I could buy a few “fad” pieces and mix them in with my regulars.  I even converted Delle, who until then, believed that her clothes could only come from Anne Taylor.  Then she would steal my Target stuff.  I finally showed her the light.

So last night, I went.  It’s payday, so I figured I would buy a new outfit and maybe some new shoes and maybe a new purse. (I have a problem with purses.  I’ll be the first to admit it.  I can’t keep a purse for more than two months.) There was NOTHING.  NOTHING.  Target, my one store that allows me to be fashionable, young, AND professional.. has let me down.  I finally settled on a a crocheted bolero with a shawl collar (which I’m wearing today, over one of those unconservative lace-trimmed camis), and a green suede hobo bag.  But that was IT.  Elyse had some shoes that I loved, and she got them at Target.  But they were nowhere to be found.  And I was literally appalled by this year’s shoe line.  It was highly disappointing.

However, for a back-to-school present, I did grab Bill Cosby’s “Himself” for Bryan.  It was a constant in my house growing up (”Dad is great.. he gave us the chocolate cake” was a common song), and I think The Boy should have the same growing up.

That was a long rant on Target.  I’m sorry.  But I was severely disappointed.

Caroline, feel better.  If you need anything, you have my.. email.  Ra has my number.

I’m feeling a tad better this morning.  I had terrible dreams last night. (This is gonna sound stupid.. so yay for you reading this) I dreamed that Bryan and I adopted, like, eight dogs.  And we were living with someone else in their GREAT house.  It was fabulous.  But one day, I discovered that this guy (our roommate and owner of the house) was beating the dogs.  So I told Bryan.  And he was like, “Well, just go then.  Just leave.”  I said okay, but I was taking the dogs with me, and I wished he would come.  He refused.  So I was left, wandering the streets, with eight dogs.

This sounds stupid, but I really felt relieved when I woke up and he was next to me.  Cause I can’t walk eight dogs all by myself.