I've been in a bit of a funk the last few days.  I'd call it writer's block, but I don't think I count as enough of an actual writer to be suffering from blockage.  I just keep vetoing all my own ideas.  Should I write about how funny it was that my older daughter was devastated that she did not get to have her own annual trip to the gynecologist?  No, my dad likes to read this.  He would be too uncomfortable (it was really funny, though).  How about how much all the $10 off coupons circulating at work are destroying my income potential at  the Restaurant?  No, far too whiny.  Not in the entertaining way, either.  How many loads of laundry I've done this week?  AAACK!  My week is boring!  What am I going to do?  I suppose I'll post this lame rant-- which is really just me typing along in hopes of a real post coming out of my uninteresting fingertips-- and try to redeem myself as more entertaining material presents itself. 
     I do have to go to Target in a little while.  Something noteworthy always seems to happen there.  Like, for example, how ridiculously angry I became after trying at two different Target stores in the same week to purchase brown shoelaces for my husband's dress shoes.  Both locations were out!  They had every other kind of laces, from athletic shoelaces (with or without smiley face decorations) to black dress shoelaces to those odd leather shoelaces that leave little pieces of suede all over the place as they disintegrate.  Who does the ordering for these people?  Is there a shortage at the warehouse?  Are they on backorder?  Seriously!  Everyone keeps their inventory computerized now, so it's not like a physical person even had to walk over to the physical location of the shoelaces in the shoe department of the brick-and-mortar store.  Just point an eyeball at a spreadsheet!  See that "0" next to the "Shoelaces:  Brown Waxed" category?  That means you're out!  At two different stores!  There is no possible way that both locations sold out of them recently.  I wonder how many other people (besides E) have spent months wandering around with unraveled brown shoelaces on their otherwise very dapper brown dress shoes.  
    Now I am actually going to have to make a special trip to a shoe store (or at least Wal-Mart) solely for the procurement of shoelaces.  The whole point of the existence of Target is for it to be a one-stop shop!  Having to make a second stop defeats its entire purpose for being!  I have enough trouble digesting the value of plain ol' Target when I have experienced SuperTarget.  At my nearest store-- the bare bones version-- I can purchase milk or eggs (for cheaper than the grocery store sells them) but not apples.  The refrigerated section tricks me into believing I can get everything on my list there.  
    But now I'm getting too far off topic.  Back to shoelaces.  It's not something that I remember I need unless I look at my list, and I'm usually looking at my list when I'm already at my destination shopping.  I suppose E could go get his own shoelaces, but I have kind of made that my domain and feel like I am not fulfilling my wifely duties if I can't take care of the little things like that.
    It's really just the principle of the thing that bothers me:  There is a space on the rack for what I want, complete with the appropriate bar code for selling it to me.  It should be available.  I feel a bit childish, but hauling two kids around on a shoelace hunt is unappealing enough to send me over the edge.  By this time I probably could have ordered some online and they would be here by now without me having to strap a single squirming, reluctant toddler into a carseat.  But now it's a battle of the wills.  Anyone who knows me knows how bad that can be!  I have to go to Target to pick up some other things, anyway.  Actually, the one closest to me does have a Payless ShoeSource attached to it.  I suppose I will have to take my business elsewhere.
    Good grief.  I really can't help but laugh at myself sometimes.