<p>I finally understand the internet&#39;s obsession with Target. (What can I say? I&#39;m slow sometimes.)</p><p>The trick to enjoying Target is to go early on a weekday and (this is key) LEAVE THE HUSBAND AND KIDS AT HOME.</p><p>Duh. But a vast improvement over visiting on a Sunday with three whining males and a thirty-minute time limit. Ahem.</p><p>But if you get there on your own, it&#39;s just about the most magical place on earth. I spent a good part of an hour just looking at their purses - my God, their purse department is huge - and some of the bags look almost as nice as the &quot;real&quot; thing. (I&#39;m totally looking at you, <a href="http://www.target.com/Anya-Hindmarch-Target-Tote-Bag/dp/B001C48GD6/qid=1228334746/ref=br_1_4/182-6258520-0095549?ie=UTF8&amp;node=721063011&amp;frombrowse=1&amp;rh=&amp;page=1">Anya Hindmarch tote</a>!) I almost bought one, but I ended up not buying one. I don&#39;t know why I&#39;m telling you this. Maybe I should get a medal?</p><p>Man, this recession sucks.</p>
