Oops I did it again

I was thrilled to find a bra for super cheap on my excursion to Target this past weekend.  I say excursion because that is the exact description of any of my trips there. 

Put everything in the store in my cart. 

Sort through what I actually need and put back. 

Find other things to put in my cart and check out.  

Hand checkout lady items I need to put back.

Say, "wow, my son must have thrown these in here when I wasn't looking."

Like that lovely pair of yellow suede ballet shoes with chic turquoise broach on toe.

Back to my bra.

Uncomfortable yet?

It looked cute and comfy and hello, darling! on the clearance rack.

I wore it once already and it was so comfy that I was happy to wear it again.

So I began putting it on.

Suddenly, I screamed.

Rowdy looked at me in a sleepy haze. 

He said, "You did it again, didn't you?"

I lamented, "WHO DOES STUFF LIKE THIS? 

 I must be the biggest moron on the face of the earth."

I accidentally bought myself a nursing bra, people. 

 Just like before.

I haven't nursed in 4 years.

*****

I need some Nutella.

NOW.