Target, Wal-Mart and other drugs

Aah, Target...I will miss you. I have managed to spend more money at Target this week than I have spent there in the past several months. If I were a great-white, Target would be chum. Sweet, gory, irresistible retail chum. In the past three days, I have bought the following things at Target: two sweater cardigans, four tank tops, two pair of pants, one dress, one pair of pajamas, two bottles of shampoo, four containers of dental floss, one tube of toothpaste, 6 sticks of deodorant, and one package each of finger paint and play-doh (those were for my niece). Those are just the things I can remember. And that doesn't include my shopping at Kohl's, Wal-Mart or the mall. Even though I am moving to the place where just about everything is made, I still need a six month supply of essentials. I hear the Chinese don't feel the same way about deodorant as Americans do. I hope all of this crap fits in my suitcases.