As it turns out, shopping under the influence of grief is not wise choice…Last week before my mom’s memorial service, I decided I needed to get a haircut. Since my husband was off work, I left an hour early to make “a quick trip to Target to get a few things I needed.” I have not been to a physical store without children for as long as I can remember, so this was not a good set up from the start. Throw in overwhelming grief, and it is officially decided–there are some things that should never be in this world and my going to Target after the death of loved one is one of them. I’m not entirely sure exactly what happened, I just remember thoughts running through my head like, “My sister and BIL need toothbrush covers! Now!”, “I’d better stock up on glow sticks while I’m here”, “I can’t believe I’ve never thought to buy an Easter table runner before in my 32 yrs. of life”, and “Ack! This is an AMAZING price on yeast infection treatment kits! Will all the boxes on the shelf fit in this cart, or should I get a second one?” (I’m sure this gave 70ish-something cashier Lynn something to think about that night when she went home…) Strawberry shortcake coffee seemed like a brilliant idea and buying nylons = simple task, right? Somehow, I ended up leaving the store with patterned hose that make me look like a hooker. Fortunately, I was able to talk myself out of bright purple feather earrings as a tribute to my mother, but the lace-looking Sally Hansen nail polish strips made it into the cart and sadly, are just trashy and go very well with the risque nylons. What is it about my mother’s passing that brings out my inner harlot?