(The good part is right around 1:25 but it's so worth the investment to watch the entire thing)
It's kind of a joke to say that I like Target. It's more like I looooooooooooooooooooooove Target and really need to find a support group to deal with my love for Target. It's gotten so bad at times that I send the husband to Target to pick up various sundries because I just simply can not control myself. (sad, but true)
And, damn you Isaac, you are not making my life any easier.
Daaaaaaaaamn you and your fabulous, girly dresses.
That I love to dress in fabulous, girly dresses.
And, of course, I have to buy two of everything.
I hate you Target. I really hate you. I hate you (she whispers).
Yes, I see a support group in my future. But at least I'll be fabulously dressed.