I heart Target so much. No, I don’t get compensated…I just heart them. And it’s because of guys like this. The happy hippopotamus couple.
Here’s how this story goes….
A month or so ago I’m shopping with the boys and my oldest kiddo who snatched up these Threshold Salt and Pepper shakers. How cute are these? I snatched them back and told her I’d give them to her for Christmas. (I was still low on gift ideas at this point.)
I stuck them in the basement and went on about my business. But then I couldn’t stop visiting them in their little basement hiding place. Sometimes more than once a day. I luuuurved them so much, I decided to get my own pair.
Here’s where the trauma part begins….don’t worry….there’s a happy ending. Obviously. Or I wouldn’t be writing this.
Back I go to Target on my lunch (half) hour. I searched high and low but no top-hatted hippos in sight. To console myself, I bought all of these things. It’s hard to stay sad long when you have a dachshund tape dispenser. And candy cane sprinkles, a wallet, and these glam cups, and some push pins.
Now, do you remember what the cashiers always ask at the checkout? These guys are so awesome. Wait for it….
Target cashier: “Did you find everything you were looking for today?”
Me: “Oh, why no. I did not. And now I feel sad.” (Explains the dilemma and subsequent sadness.)
Cashier: “Let me go take a look”.
Aaaaannnnd, she came back with the last pair of happy hippos in the entire city. Insert dance of happiness at check out counter. And here again as I write this. I still bought all of the other things because I didn’t want to get her in trouble for selling less. I’m a giver that way.
Now here’s where things got a little strange(r). In my head, the hippos were wearing gold hats. In real life they were not. My delusions had gotten delusional.
But that’s ok because I have mod podge and gold glitter and I can rock a paintbrush.
And that’s exactly what happened to my little hippopotamus pals one sunny afternoon right after Christmas when the boys were being quiet. For three minutes because that’s literally how long it took. Maybe less.
I didn’t even wait for the happy pair to dry before I started snapping pictures of them just hanging out and making me smile.
They’re so stinkin’ cute that I named them Harry and Heloise.
And now that they’ve found a home on the media center, we’re going to hang out and watch some Netflix for like ever. No salt and pepper day job for this glam couple. They’re way too cool for that.