Goes into Target for cheese and a Father’s Day card.
Comes out with:
$140 worth of shit for my nieces… and my cousin, Timmy’s new baby… and then cousin Gertrude’s daughter would be the only one not getting something, so threw in a little something for her.
And, miraculously, I did remember the card and cheese.
The only comfort I take in this is that I know I am not the only fool who does this at Target at least 20% of the time. Oh, and knowing that Aunt Bev is getting some serious love when she shows up with mini hand sanitizers, chapsticks, and the Frozen version of Chutes and Ladders. #SorryMaude. #NoI’mNot.
-Aunt Bev (is da bomb)
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