So I went into Target. . .
. . .to get a new electric toothbrush, ‘cuz we’re tired of having our hygienist tut-tutting at us. The good news is, we did indeed get the toothbrush (although I talked the husband out of the one that promised to do everything short of doing our taxes for us). The bad news is, we also came out with:
1. Three PLAIN hooded sweatshirts for #4, who has somehow managed to misplace every single one of his other hoodies since last winter. And they have to be absolutely unadorned and logo-free, and pullover only (no zipper) because anything else is obviously dorky and stupid.
2. Four long sleeve T-shirts and a pair of pants for #5.
3. A hand-held vacuum with five million attachments, at least one of which might actually clean the stairs. As opposed to the two we’ve already gone through which sucked. Except not really. And twelve years’ worth of dust and cat hair wedged into the corners is beginning to get to us.
4. A globe, since the one we got from my MIL’s still shows the USSR, among other things. I figured, for $9.99, if the countries all change around again, I won’t feel bad about pitching it. But at least Uzbekistan is its own country. Again.
#5 asked if the globe lit up or sang (???) or anything. Uh. . .no.
CONTEST STILL GOING ON — Go down to “Got books?” for your chance to win a free SIGNED (as opposed to “singed,” which I just typed) copy of MARRIAGE, INTERRUPTED.
Offer ends Oct. 15. You must be at least literate to enter.
