You know, for kids!
Stay on Target.
I have been to Target approximately 700 times in the last nine days. Target is about three minutes away from my Mom’s house, so every time we have any needs or desires, they can easily be satisfied at Target. It is quite addicting. Even my grandmother got in on the action. She’s breathing with an oxygen tank so that she can enjoy the vast spacious terrain of our local Target. Personally, I like to breathe the sweet air of needless consumerism.
I miss my kitty.
I’m here in Chicago visiting my mom, and Mao is far, far away. It’s been a few days since I’ve been woken up by a cat, or heard the melodious sound of the word “meh!” I’m also far away from Moo, but she bites, so it’s easier for me to deal with.
I don’t have anything important to tell you today, so I think I’ll shut up before I say something stupid.
Anger!
Okay, this actually happened last week, but it still irritates me. Somehow, some production company got enough signatures to be allowed to block off parking on one side of my street. Because we also have street cleaning on Mondays on Tuesdays, this means that it was actually illegal for me to park on my own street on Tuesday morning. This hadn’t happened in quite a while, so I think there must have been a lot of turnover in our neighborhood for there to be so many people gullible enough to sign this form. Street cleaning is bad enough, people! Get with the program!
