Last year I didn't go to bed on Thanksgiving and it was one of the most memorable nights of my life.
Last night I went to bed telling Brent that this morning I would wake up $500 richer. He doesn't like my math, but that doesn't make me incorrect. Five hundred dollars I didn't spend is $500 richer no matter now you slice it. It doesn't mean that I don't have some regrets this morning, but frankly Black Friday shopping is only fun if you are with someone you love to shop with. And with Caramel Brulee Lattes. And when you know your way around the stores. Which would require a 2.5 hour drive just to start. And, frankly, there was just nothing I needed enough to justify spending $100 in gas to get it. But I'm still feeling a little nostalgic and left out this morning.
And I didn't sleep anyway.
But it's all good.
It is all I can do to stay in my pajama pants and not make the 25 minute drive to Wal-Mart to see if they have any Cars PJs left for Charming (who needs NONE). But we don't NEED any of the stuff. Our house is overflowing with last year's Black Friday deals.
My problem is that I'm addicted to the good deal. So, as any good addict should do, I'm having a coffee and blogging about my withdrawal rather than caving.
I just published this and then realized that you don't know this is all tongue in cheek. I feel AWESOME. GREAT things are going on. Which I am now going to blog about under a different heading. Stay tuned....