So it’s 5:24 am on the day after Thanksgiving. BLACK FRIDAY! The stores are teaming with avid, somewhat deranged, shoppers…. or so I’ve been told! Stores are giving away $1,000 gift certificates, 2,000 inch big screens for 49 cents, free popcorn, $10 off your $11 purchase, yada, yada, yada. I’m only up because I was coughing so violently, I didn’t want to wake up and keep up my also sickly husband, who is snoring quite comfortably at the moment. I’m drinking tea. THAT is a tell-tale sign that I’m not well. I only drink tea when I don’t feel up to my usual perky self.
Rick and I did get up at 5:00 am on BLACK FRIDAY three years ago, but it was not to shop and SAVE SAVE SAVE. He had surgery #3 on his Achilles tendon at 7:00 am downtown. I remember driving by the packed parking lot in front of Circuit City and wondering who came up with midnight shopping??? It’s crazy. It’s only the crazy people who shop when they should be sleeping. It’s the crazy people who come out at night when the moon in full. Why would a store owner bend to the desires of the crazies? And promote their uncouth crazy ways?
Now if the scrapbooking stores did the 3:00 am spend ten cents and get $400 worth of scrapping supplies, I’d be camping out in front of the store with my Coleman lantern, personal trimmer and pile of photos, rounding the corners for future pages. But they don’t. They’re not crazy. See, this proves it that scrapbooking women are not crazy.
OK, the bottom of my teacup is staring up at me. I’m no longer coughing up a lung. I can now go back to bed and dream of all the money I’m saving my husband by not participating in BLACK FRIDAY! If you’re a CRAZY person, please let those of us who stayed in our warm beds know what we missed.
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