I heart you, Target lady.

Are your running shoes out, workout pants hung and knee pads left by the door? Do you have a low-trafficked newspaper stand targeted for early Thanksgiving morning to get your hot little hands on the sizzling deals? Car filled with gas? City map ready in your glove box for easy maneuvering and emergency shortcut options in Black Friday traffic-hell?

Well, get on it.

I hope you’re not tired of me talking about the single most important day of the year yet. I mean Black Friday, of course. Alright, so maybe not the SINGLE most important day of the year. There is Valentines day, which typically comes with at least 3 boxes of chocolate truffles and some of those scrumptious red and white sour gummy hearts. I think my thoughts and I just shared a moment of extreme pleasure. Don’t worry, I practice safe sex. Says the pregnant lady.

It’s only Monday and my adrenaline is already at an ultimate high. My blood is pumping so hard I’d probably just bleed out if I got pricked with a pin. Nothing to concern yourself over folks, I can’t sew. For the love of rainbow striped toe socks and half off plasma TV’s, I’m about to explode! Just sayin’.

Those of you that know me – The volumptuous, big busted, long legged, small waisted me – Also known as “Internet Me”, know that I don’t do promotional posts. Not to say that I wouldn’t consider doing one if I absolutely fell in LOVE with a product and if I get a shit ton of free stuff out of the deal, I’m just not keen to the idea of working for a free TV Dinner.

What I’m trying to say is: Target didn’t give me shit for this.