Deciding what to buy at Target, with an earned 5% rewards card from their pharmacy is the strangest conundrum I've been in yet. Ever since my daughter was diagnosed with Type 1 almost five years ago, we've been racking up those rewards pharmacy cards like nobody's business. Who doesn't want to earn rewards cards at Target?
How strange it is indeed that I'm stocked to the gills on everything. Not even a Christmas gift begging to be taken care of early, like I said I'm all caught up on everything. It's a state that I've strived for, clean and orderly house, dinners and baked goods tempting me forward.
I mean it seriously is a toss up, do I break out my Swiffers and give my wood floors a quick shakedown? Shine up the glass fixtures throughout my upstairs, or do mirrors. Both are at the top of my priorities, put away one more basket of folded, sorted laundry.
Then get started on that minestrone, the medium shells I'll use, the light red kidney beans, the spinach added after everything. But I have it all, no one's complaining, no loss for words, nothing incubating. Well, except for Pioneer Woman's three-and-a-half sticks butter Peanut Butter sheetcake, why fight it.
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