I was expecting a certain amount of punishment for being so brazenly moronic to go shopping at Target on the Saturday before Christmas, but honestly, it was a joy. No more, and I may even suggest less, trouble than any other Saturday afternoon at Target.
Shopping: complete. Now to find that gift card I bought for my sister-in-law. I am determined not to fall into a full on panic unless it still doesn't appear after I turn my apartment upside down and shake it.