Orgy of domesticity.

curiousangel and I went to Target today, intending to buy some sheets and look at vacuum cleaners. We got a little carried away, and brought home a lovely dark-red tunic-length cardigan, two sports bras, two sets of sheets (black and emerald green), a hairbrush, a basting brush, some shampoo and deodorant, two clear plastic vacuum-sealable cannisters to replace the ones the ants got into, a Swiffer (which promises on its website to transform our life) with accessories, and a lovely Euro-Pro Shark Spectra vacuum cleaner complete with HEPA filter.

Now I feel that I should do housework. That's the down side of shopping at Target, huh? Maybe I could just prance around in a sports bra instead.