So after a day of flying, I *FINALLY* arrive at my home away from home in my “on the approved list” hotel. I hang up the shirts that require hanging up, I put the socks and undies in the drawer under the television, I throw the laundry bag on the couch, and I go to Target to pick up The Necessary Staples.
You know: caffeine. Cheez-its.
While I am there, I realize “dang it, I forgot my pajama pants again” and so picked up a pair of those and also a sweeet Hawaiian shirt that, seriously, has awesome texture (not silky at all… more of a thick cotton texture). Oooh, and the extra rich and creamy shaving cream that Maribou is allergic to.
And I find myself standing in the music section thinking “I’m going to be here for a month. Radio is a wasteland. I should buy a CD (or two) and listen to it. BUT!!! It has to be a good CD. Like, one of those CDs that you can keep in the player for a month *AND* it has to be a CD that I don’t yet own.”
And I realized that I had no idea what music was out there and new enough to be available at Target and something that I’d want to listen to for a month.
Nor, for that matter, am I aware of what I left at the Target that, seriously, I should have bought had I only remembered it… example: single-serving ice cream treats. I totally need one of those. To the point where I’m seriously considering putting pants on and going out and getting some.
In any case, that’s about as exciting as my weekends seem like they’re fixin’ to be for a while. If yours is likely to be about as exciting, here is your opportunity to tell me how to live: WHAT DO I NEED FROM TARGET WHEN I GO BACK ON SATURDAY????
So… what’s on your docket?