Targeting Constipation

Could Target be the magic bullet cure for constipation? My bowels tell me this is so.

Fo' real. I don't know what it is about that place. Every time I step into SuperTarget to do my weekly grocery shopping, the urge strikes.

I chalked it up to mere coincidence the first few times. But at this point, it can be no coincidence. It is virtually guaranteed that I will have to abandon cart within ten minutes of arrival.

I always wonder if the security guys are watching me from above. "That lady again. Can't she do that before she gets here?"

If you don't believe me, try it out. And then let me know.

Maybe it's just me.

Remember me?

Well, lucky readers (all one of you), I think I may be back. I was on sabbatical for awhile there. What have I been up to, you ask? Along with attempting to maintain some thinly-veiled semblance of sanity, I started school again. A master's program in counseling. Funny, huh? The person who probably is in the most need of counseling is soon going to be counseling others?

Takes one to know one, right?

Hey, if nothing else, it is one free night a week without kids. And I'm learning. And stuff.

Here's the thing. I'm doing the stay-at-home thing for now. But I don't want to do it forever. Not that there's anything wrong with doing it forever. It's just- I've tried it on. I can squeeze myself into it for awhile. But long term, I gotta shed the weight and put my old clothes back on.

You feel me?