O Target, how I love thee. It's just bad news for me if I go into target, alone, with my credit cards after I've paid them off. I honestly do not need summer colored matching towels/toilet seat cover/floor mat/shower curtain for my bathroom, nor do I need pink kitchen gadgets or an assortment of potted plants that will surely die in a few weeks. But somehow they end up in my cart full of crap at the end of my shopping excursion. I love Target.