Target... oh Target.

Today, I went to the doctor for Mackenzie...again. I took her to urgent care last Saturday where they said it was just the upper respiratory virus. Well, she has continued to have a low-grade fever, her nose is runny and congested, her eyes are oozy, she is super fussy, is super lethargic, and just yesterday started throwing up. The doc said due to the congestion and drainage from her virus, she got a double ear infection and a sinus infection. So, off to Target I went to pick up Mackenzie's antibiotic. Lucky for me, for 2 months I have kept two shirts in the car with the receipt that needed to be returned. I FINALLY got it done. I just love Target. I just LOVE IT! Therefore, I shall sum up the highlights of this trip.

1. When the pharmacy was filling the prescription, the guy asked if I wanted to add a flavor to her antibiotic. I said sure! The gentleman then listed off the flavors: strawberry, bubble gum, cherry, grape, raspberry, and something else, I forget. I deliberated and finally chose raspberry, when all of a sudden, an army of red shirted Target workers slowly eased their way in to the pharmacy area and the surrounding aisles. I am sure I made a weird face when I looked around me wondering if I was being "pranked." But, they carried on and I guess they just must have had a meeting or something. Paranoid? No way. Was I scared? Maybe. Anyway, a female employee who overheard the list of flavors being read off added, "and they have bacon and tuna flavors too!".... ummmmm...? Why yes! That's the ticket! I will take my bacon flavored antibiotic to-go please!


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2. As I was leaving the pharmacy, an elderly lady with a thick German accent was talking to a Target employee, and as I walked by I heard, *remember in a thick German accent* "Yes, and people can't ever believe how old I really am, really. They can't believe it. I am 84!" At that exact moment, she starts kicking her leg up high into the air, demonstrating her limber limbs in full motion. The worker dude just smiled and agreed it was impossible for her to be 84. I want to be her when I grow up.

3. Due to my thrice deflated post-breastfeeding chest, I need a better sports bra. More padding so I can feel a smidge feminine at the gym, and ironically-even though there is nothing there- I need some more support. Well, to my surprise, at our Target (they probably were just out of stock), they only had padded sports bras in all sizes larger then A. Dag nab it. WHY!? This is just my luck. I guess I just might stuff socks in my sports bra like my mom told me to do to fill it out. Really though...if you think about it, how awkward/hilarious would that be if I actually did that and went to the gym. I wonder if people would question their authenticity...
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