Last week I was not feeling great, the same way I've felt every 28 days (or so) for the past 15 years, and I needed candy. Lots of it. Wine, too. I went to Target and loaded up on fancy (Lindt chocolate hazelnut truffles) and not so fancy (giant box o' Mike 'n' Ikes) until I felt I had enough to satiate my pain and cover it up with high fructose corn syrup and red dye #40.
A lot of grocery/super stores print up coupons that the computer deems useful to the consumer. Mine was a coupon for digestive health supplements. I guess Target was none too pleased with my purchases, maybe a diet aid would have been a better suggestion?
Today I went to Target again. Yes, it is a weekly thing. This time it was for gym socks (you know the kind that don't go past the ankle so I don't look super dorky in shorts like I did when I was 14 and either slouched them down or pulled them up over my calf) and new workout pants. Also I bought a cute purse because, yeah, I'm in Target, I'm gonna buy a purse.
I was really smug about what coupon was going to print this time. I haven't been healthy for long so I can't think of any examples for you, you'll have to fill them in on your own. Transaction complete aaaandddd.... Tums. Ugh.
Thanks Target. I'm going to think about what I buy next. That coupon's going to be epic.
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