I haven't gone to bed tonight yet. I've been cleaning in preparation for tomorrow, when I'll be making the entire kitchen area my bitch while cooking for Mike's dad.
But, I'm sure there are some of you who are waking up to make that insane Black Friday run. You are all crazy. I said it. No sale can drag me out of bed at that hour.
Oh, we did the Black Friday thing a couple years ago.
My sister convinced me we'd find all kinds of deals. We spent the night scavenging through fliers and pulling out coupons. I had absolutely no plan except getting one awesome deal.
We picked a GPS unit from Sears.
There we were, like total jackasses, standing outside the store for over an hour in the freezing cold Iowa November pre-dawn air. I have never shaken so hard in my life.
When the doors opened, we had no idea where the GPS thingies were even kept, but the people were flooding in and pushing and we had to keep moving. I pulled Stephie to me and gave her the wild eyes, You go that way, I'll go this way, and yell when you find them!!!
I found the section first and motioned for Stephie to continue on shopping. I was third in line, but a gentleman stepped in front of me. Oh hell no, I thought. I tapped him on the shoulder as more people lined up behind me. Excuse me, sir, but... the end of the line is actually back there.
Behind the other dozen people.
Good thing I spoke up.
They only had THREE of those stupid GPS things in stock. THREE. Of their "door buster special." I was the last person to get one, and I cradled that thing like it was the holy Christ child and I was being chased by King Herod himself. It was my little trophy for going through hell.
After all of our shopping, I made it home while it was still dark out.
I walked in the door and remember thinking something like, Maybe I can still get a few hours of sleeeee......