Last weekend, I needed to go to Target for two main reasons: 1) return some things 2) buy thank you cards. I don't know what happened and I might've blacked out for a little while there, but when I got home my trunk looked like this:
I had bought out half of their Home Organization department and there was not a single thank you card in sight. Oopsies. I think this must be what they mean by nesting (and let's also throw pregnancy brain in there while we're at it).
I had bought out half of their Home Organization department and there was not a single thank you card in sight. Oopsies. I think this must be what they mean by nesting (and let's also throw pregnancy brain in there while we're at it).
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