We went to the downtown Target this morning to buy baby gates. You know you are in a fun place when you have to get your parking validated in a machine inside of Target before heading down to the parking garage. Oh, and you definitely know you are in a city when there is a man with mental issues throwing up on the floor right in front of the elevators. It was an awkward "excuse me" to get to the down button. Ah, culture.
P.S. I had Blake pick out his own birthday present in Target because I knew I wouldn't be visiting a store without kids in the next 48 hours. Me=lame mom.