Last night, I was probably experiencing a little something I like to call Denial in the Face of Economic, Social, and Political Crisis.
It started with Tivo. I had a nearly TV-free week, and was hoping to catch up on some of the things I missed. I started with the Katie Couric interview with that adorable Sarah Palin. Gee golly, she's sweet. And I couldn't be more terrified that she might be in the White House. I wanted to watch the interview, because I was hoping to see something that would say, "Don't be afraid". Instead, it was a little like that time I watched The Leprechaun, in an attempt to face my fears, and ended up sleeping with the light on and the covers over my head for a straight week.
Then, I watched CBS Sunday Morning and saw a segment on our failing economy, followed closely by a piece on Hobos. I like history, guys, but when I feel like I'm living at the beginning of a chapter that will include somber pictures of struggling workers, closed banks, and empty homes, with captions like "The Greater Depression" I sort of want to cry.
Okay, so I did cry, but it wasn't totally my television's fault. I guess I was just feeling a little sorry for myself, being at home for a few days all alone with little to no interaction with anyone taller than 3 feet.
I needed to get away from TV. I needed to get out of the house. I needed to get shampoo. Ahhhhhh, Target take me away.
I swear guys, all I need was shampoo, diapers, and some baby food. Thirty bucks, tops.
Eighty bucks and six shopping bags later, I realized I had come home with this:
Yup, that's a Halloween-themed Mr. Potato Head. And I have no idea why I thought it'd be a good idea to buy it.
When food rations come into play, I'm going to be really pissed at myself that this thing isn't edible.