What are you going to do with that?

This weekend I went to Target with my embodied inner conscience. Let me just tell you I passed up very cute dish towels (I'm a complete SUCKER for dish towels), cat toys, picture frames, cosmetics, junk food, I didn't even bat an eye at the clothing. All because of the dreaded "Chel, What are you going to do with that?" I did buy one completely frivolous item, a fabulous lime green fabric cube that pops out for storage. I answered the dreaded "What are you going to do with that" question with a "Did you see that pile of magazines on the floor in my living room?" Of course if my embodied inner conscience would have been a little quicker on her feet she would have come back with "Maybe it's time to toss the pile o' magazines." Good times.
-Chel