I had to stop by Target tonight. Target is religion. A cult, if you will, and I happily belong. I could spend all day picking out everything from jewelry to batteries to home accessories. (And on a side note, when you see a commercial on TV don’t you INSTANTLY know when it’s a Target one? They all have that same look and feel- just sayin’). But tonight, I had to stop by for some toothpaste and goodies for the kids (and not those wussy whole-food-esque goodies….nope these are packed to the gills with fake sugar and other fake ingredients, you may start feeling better about what you feed your kids, now). And as I always do, I take a stroll by the home decoration aisle. I know I don’t need any stuff, hell, YOU probably know I don’t need any stuff, but I have been in my town home for a little over a month now, and I have been busy hanging things. But the things I have been hanging  have been things that I acquired during my marriage. And you know how it is when you’re married- you want one thing, he wants another, and very often you meet in the middle. You do this so often that you stop buying things that you looovvvvveeee, because you know that the other person will HATE it. So now I wanted something that was all mine, was definitely my taste, something that if I had bought it during my marriage I would have had an argument over how much HE hated it and the money spent on it. People, I was looking for my SOUL IN TARGET. God, you don’t know how much I wish I was lying. There I was going up and down the aisles, looking for one item that would represent ME. I knew where I was going to put it, on my new (tiny) IKEA kitchen table.  There it was down an aisle, silver and ALL MINE.

When my kids ask how I made it through my divorce, I will tell them I found my soul in Target, and after that, everything was OK. It’s not spectacular (hell, it’s kind of boring), but I know HE would have hated it. I give you the ‘Soul Bowl’: