Target card turmoil

I thought they loved me. I thought they cared. I assumed it all came from a good place.

I was wrong. What were they thinking? Being all generous and giving me lots of Target gift cards. Don't they know that it only sends me into OCD* overload?

I can sum it up in just a few words: too. many. options.

I have bunches of money in the form of Target gift cards, gifted to me by well-meaning individuals over the Christmas holidays. This shouldn't be a problem, given I can drop the equivalent of a year's salary in the blink of an eye at my beloved Greatland.

The problem is that I am trying to spend wisely. I don't want to come home with a trunkload of, let's say, sundry storage containers, stationery, fuzzy socks or pajamas. I want to buy something we have craved, something we have forgone due to cost, something we need, something as exciting as new sheets, a vacuum or perhaps a television to accompany our treadmill. I simply cannot decide.

You see, there are too many options. Give me a gift card to the bookstore, I come home with books. Slide me a yarn store gift certificate, I come home with yarn. Give me a card to Target, I could come home with anything. . . and I mean anything ranging from those awesome Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies to the anniversary edition of "Grease" on DVD complete with the faux leather jacket.

Oh, the choices.

*Obsessive-compulsive disorder.