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"It was my son&amp;#039;s birthday yesterday, and to celebrate, we did what any red-blooded American living in the suburbs would do: We went to Target. This was an especially exciting outing for us, because the Target nearest our house just opened this past weekend. Before that, we had to drive 15 miles to get to one, and for those of us living in northern New Jersey \u2013 the mall capital of the nation and the most densely populated state \u2013 that&amp;#039;s just too darn far. Besides, after a summer of chemotherapy, I hadn&amp;#039;t been to the store \u2013 any store \u2013 much at all. And boy, did I have a list of things to buy. &amp;quot;Hey, this looks like the other Target!&amp;quot; my son said as we walked through the front doors. &amp;quot;They all look like the other Target.&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Now, should we get the jumbo bag of Kit-Kats for Halloween?&amp;quot; We put the Kit-Kats in our cart, along with some Milky Way bars and a few bags of Smarties, too. But we were just getting warmed-up. In less than 30 minutes, we visited the Boys&amp;#039; Size 8-14 Clothing department, Sporting Goods, Bath, Halloween Specials, Women&amp;#039;s Gloves, Cosmetics and Shoes. And then we threw in some gum and a pack of Pok\u00E9mon cards for the heck of it.  By the time we rolled up to the check-out counter, our cart was overflowing and my credit card burning in anticipation of the hefty bill. We may have purchased someone else&amp;#039;s things, too. It&amp;#039;s hard to say for sure. We couldn&amp;#039;t even see the check-out belt under all that stuff. When we got home, I replaced the boys&amp;#039; filthy sneakers with nice fresh new ones, and put the new bath mat down on my bathroom floor. I put away socks and pajamas for the boys, and I hid the Halloween candy. Chris tried on his Halloween costume, and Nick chewed his gum.  But then I needed to sit down. I had shopped too much, too fast, and I was feeling it. Today, I&amp;#039;m tired and I have a headache. The thought of shopping turns my stomach, and I feel like I need lots of water and a nice long nap on the couch while E! TV plays &amp;quot;The 50 Sexiest Celebrities Alive&amp;quot; in the background. In other words, I have a Target hangover. So I popped some Pepto Bismol tablets and promised myself never to go on a bender like that again, even if it is my son&amp;#039;s birthday. I need to space out my Target visits, buying a few things here and there, instead of all at once. And I need to leave the Kit Kats, the spare gloves and the third container of make-up remover on the shelf. I need to sip, not gulp. I put my empty Target bags away and have sworn off shopping, at least for a while. Really. After all, my birthday isn&amp;#039;t for a few more months, and word is, there&amp;#039;s a new Gap opening up nearby. And I haven&amp;#039;t been there for months... "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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