A Closed Sign Across Our Hoo-Hoos

I may not be writing much lately, but I am still reading pretty much everything I can get my hands on.

Most recently I just finished Not My Daughter by Barbara Delinksy, a book about a single mother who is principal at her daughter's high school in New England. Her daughter decides, along with a couple of friends, to get knocked up. Hilarity does not ensue, but a hell of a lot of drama does, and it was a fabulous read. Tons of repercussions you never saw coming. I suggest it to anyone who has been pregnant, a principal, likes knitting, or is a person.

On the blog front, I'm a huge fan of Margaret and Helen. There is nothing funnier than seeing old ladies curse. We always think of old ladies as wearing gloves and brooches and being very proper. Such a fun shock when they break our stereotype. Margaret and Helen are two old ladies who write back and forth to each other via the blog about their opinions on things going on in the world. Just last week Helen cracked me up talking about abortion.

Not a Mommy Blogger

But I am still giddy that yesterday I got to spend as much time as I wanted at Target. I wandered up and down ALL the aisles. On both floors. Earlier in the day I'd met a friend for lunch in the suburbs. Target was in walking distance, and right next to the train station. So I went.

When I lived in Florida I lived about a block away from a Target. I used to do all my greeting card shopping there. And my candle shopping. And my care packages shopping. And almost all of my drugstore shopping.

One of the few things I don't like about living in San Francisco is that there isn't a Target here. Since moving here, any time I've gone to Target it's been with other people. Don't get me wrong - I greatly appreciate the rides there and love going places with friends. But I'm one of those people who feels like, if you're doing me a favor, I should be as un-inconvenient to you as humanly possible. So I scurry around grabbing the products I need as quickly as I can, so you won't have to wait even one second for me.

So yesterday it felt luxurious to leisurely wander around, looking at product after product. Nobody was waiting for me. Nobody was distracting me. I had nowhere to be later in the day. This wasn't something I thought I missed. On the train home though, I couldn't stop grinning. I was so happy!

Even though I spent less than $30, and bought things like saline and bandaids, it was still a great time.