Damn you Target, but shame on me.

Target got me again, bastards made me cry. I know I shouldn't look at things that I know are going to upset me, but the baby halloween socks were all mixed in with the adult ones. I love funky socks, they are my downfall. I cried over the most adorable candy corn socks but what's worse is that so did Jason. I can bearely handle my own pain some days but seeing his pain sends me over the edge.