We went to Target last night to get a laundry basket.  Simple enough.

Somehow, before we left the doors, I was carrying this:

Granted, we've had a number of things go very right financially lately, so we could afford a discretionary purchase like this.  And we had played it while visiting Indiana at Amy's brother's, and enjoyed it tremendously.  (Amy didn't care much for Guitar Hero, but she likes the fact that she can sing, and I always wanted to be able to at least emulate drumming).  But still, to paraphrase Jake Blues...

That capitalism's a mean wine.