Splain me this: How did we spend $100 at the grocery store? WHERE? Where in those bags did $100 live? When we were in college and had like $20 to go to the grocery store, I remember thinking that I'd be happy when we could go to the grocery store and not worry about how much we spent. Within reason, of course. Not the let's-buy-one-of-everything mode. Just the I-really-want-this-box-of-graham-crackers-and-I-don't-have-to-use-the-calculator-to-see-if-we-have-enough-money-to-buy-it mode. So we're pretty much at that point. And am I happy? Yes! Now Target is the place where I have to restrain myself.