On Target

Went to Tar-jeh today to pick up some Christmas decorations and of course left with $292 of merchandise we had no intention of buying. Can't live without preshelled pistacios, a 20 roll pack of toilet paper or an extra extension cord for God's sake. That place is like crack.

The sub-UrbanWifey and I had the sub-UrbanRugrat with us in the stroller and -- no shit -- at least 10 people stopped us to coo over her. Now I admit -- we have simply the most beautiful and awe-inspiring baby to ever grace this fair earth -- but what a difference between here and NY. If someone had stooped over her stroller in NY, I would have been blowing my rape whistle and macing the shit out of them. But here it was just kind of sweet.

Now I'm perfectly aware that this "honeymoon" phase will end and that in weeks, if not days, I'll be bitching about the fake, sickeningly, sugary sweet veneer that covers up some dark suburban emptiness, but it's my blog, dammit and that's my perrogative.

For now, can't say I mind it at all. Makes me feel like joining the local chamber of commerce.

Uh, no.