Until about January 6, I have no plans of leaving the house. I will mail-order my toilet paper and milk, walk outside to my chicken coop to get some eggs, curl up with my babies and watch Frosty the Snowman on the couch.
But I am not leaving.
I will not be fighting with the large lady with the cane and motorized scooter at Walmart over the last package of canned pumpkin. I will not be standing in line at Target for four hours to buy Evie a Zhuzhu hamster, orwhatevertheheckthey'recalled.
I will not be joining my crazy, over-the-top, chicken-farming husband at 4 am on Black Friday. $10 off a circular saw just isn't worth battling an angry, sweaty, greedy mob of Christmas cheer.
Don't get me wrong. I love Christmas. But running with these bargain-crazy, credit-card toting, New-Jersey-driving (sorry) in a sweaty, over-crowded mall where "Feliz Navidad" is playing on repeat at eardrum-bursting levels--- just makes me want to come home, curl up on my changing table and go to sleep. Like this girl:
3 comments:
Amen, sista! I won't be QUITE as hibernat-a-riffic, but close.
And your baby is really friggin' cute.
You go, girl! I will confess I am shopping on Black Friday - at the Family Dollar I can walk to, because I need laundry detergent, and can't get out today. And hey, I used to be one of those Jersey drivers - no apology needed! I too love Christmas (and capitalism) - but am not fond of the excess of the commercialism of the season.
I have never and will never shop on black friday. I really miss my pre-baby days when I used to have ALL my shopping done by Thanksgiving. This year I've barely just started. Ugh.
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