You Didn't Think This Surgery Would Keep Me out of Target, Did You?

Hey Honeys. I had a very mellow day here at the homestead. It was just Matt and me, except that my newly affianced cousin Patrick and his bride-to-be came by. They were on their way up to the mountain house and stopped in for a short visit. A short visit is about all I am good for. I am thrilled to see people and hungry for chat, but then I get tired. At one point I kind of lost the thread of a story I had started, and Matt turned to them and said, "See? High as a kite." Which I am most certainly not.

Earlier tonight I felt restless and a little bonk bonk, so I went into Matt's office and said, "I think I am kuckoo." He said, "Let's get you out of the house." Matt's mom had left her convertible with us, having driven the kids to Chattanooga in our van, so he loaded me into the passenger seat and away we went. It is so warm here--even warm-at-night-in-an-open-car warm--so we drove in a big lazy quadrangle around our burb. Looking at the sky and feeling the wind made me feel better.

As we got closer to home, Matt drove into the Target parking lot and said, "Would you like to walk around in here?" Does this man know me or what? I wanted to say, "I marry you," three times like in Cold Mountain. But I said, "Yes, let's just go in and get some fruit." I secretly wanted to check and see if they had stocked any more Liberty of London stuff. Not because I need another speck of it. But because I don't want to let my post-op recovery keep me from covering my beat, you know?

So, they had restocked a bunch of stuff, including the pillows. The Target website says they're "in stores only," so you might have to make some sorties to find 'em. One disappointment was that I have yet to see a single lady's swimsuit in my Target. There is a tankini on the website that is the only possible thing I might still need from this collection. If we take "need" to mean something totally different from what it means in normal discourse.

Then I started yawning in the store and now I am tucked onto the couch sipping green tea and watching "Weeds." Y'all, I know some of you have told me to watch this show before and you were so right. It is like watching a TV show of my blog, if I sold pot. That would be the best blog in the world.