Danger with a capital 'D'

There's a brand spankin' new Target approximately two minutes from my house. And it's a Super Target or whatever, so it has fresh produce and waaaaaaay more groceries than I've ever fathomed a Target could hold.

I may or may not have visited the world's best Target three times this week. I could walk there if I wanted. And I will. The only oddity we've seen with shiny new Target is that every single employee may be under 21. No joke. And it doesn't yet have any clearance sections because all of the stock is new/current products. If only the Target Lady worked there, I swear I'd snag a stash of blankets and make myself a fort right there in the store.

Pumpkin yogurt and mini Haagen-dazs? Yes, please.
Bananas and salad mixes? Sure, I'll take some of those.
Frosty beers? Uh-huh.
Random kitchen staples? Toss a few in my cart!
Spinach Artichoke dip and fresh French bread? Now we're gettin' craaaaazy.

Dear glorious new Target, Given your intense supply of cold beer, random snack foods and legit groceries, I think we're gonna be goooooooooood friends. Please don't bankrupt me. Kthanxbai. Love, Nicole

I hope the Terrrrgit lady is right and Heaven does have a Terrrrgit