I’m exhausted. Like, seriously pooped. I’m pretty sure my feet are about ready to pop off my ankle bones. They’re propped up and pulsating Fred Flintstone-style from all the running around I’ve done over the past few days. It’s been a very busy weekend (for everyone, I know) but since it’s my blog I get to whine about how busy it’s been for me.We’ve had Thanksgiving, Black Friday, and we hosted a belated Thanksgiving on Sunday with the hubby’s side.
I previouslyposted about my Black Friday plans brought on by my obvious bout of temporary insanity. We were supposed to hit the local Toys ‘R Us at midnight on Friday. Initially I was a little apprehensive about waiting up until midnight to shop. Back in the day, in my younger and wilder days, we would wait until midnight to even go out to the bars. Nothing was happening before midnight. It was like the witching hour. The point in time where inhibitions were let go and fun was to be had.
I practically had to stick toothpicks in my eyes to stay awake. I was checking email, polishing silver for Thanksgiving withthe hubby’s side that Sunday, mopping the floor, doing situps (I have no idea where this came from) and plucking my (sparse) eyebrows all the while trying to keep myself busy enough so that I wouldn’t fall asleep on the couch. It was like knowing I couldn’t go crawl into bed was making me sleepier! I would sashay past the bedroom door glancing at the bed, wishing I was in it. Jer was still awake working on his website and I would ask him, “Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Because I’m not tired.”
“What do you mean you’re not tired? It’s super late.”
“It’s 9:30 Mindy.”
Well, I’ll be danged. Father Time had slowed to a crawl just to tick me off. He knew that I wasn’t exactly comfortable with the idea of midnight shopping so he thought he would “stick it to me” bydragging the whole thing out. Just like a man.
So 11:45p.m. finally got here and I suddenly perked up. I actually got excited. It was like I was about to do something forbidden, something taboo, something wild and crazy. I pranced out to the Expedition, fired her up and headed out to pick up the girls. We chatted and giggled in a silly excitement all the way there reminding ourselves how crazy we were being.
And then it started raining.
And I have curly, frizz-prone hair. And rain is not very kind.
Trepidation set in, once again, and was magnified ten-fold when I pulled up to Toys ‘R Us and saw probably 300 nutjobs standing in line. Did I mention it was raining? I pulled into the parking lot, thinking, hoping that maybe all of these people were lining up for something that had nothing to do with Toys ‘R Us. Maybe they were offering free helicoper rides up there. Oh, I know. Maybe it’s one of those VFW chicken booths. We pull up near the front of the store and quickly discover that a) there was no helicopter and b) there were no vets schlepping barbecued chicken. These people were here for Black Friday.
I’m pretty sure I squealed my tires pulling out of that parking lot. The only thing that would have me standing in that line would be a meet ‘n greet with the Thunder from Down Under and I saw NO speedos anywhere near that store.
So, we drove home. At midnight. Three wild and crazy gals with a dream for marked down Legos and Littlest Pet Shop. With nothing to show for our trip out in the inclement weather…but frizzy hair.
Oh, well. There’s always next year. I think I’ll write the company and suggest the meet ‘n greet idea.
Oh, and in just in case any of you are worried that my experience in the Toys ‘R Us parking lot may have jaded me from any further Black Friday retail therapy, we were out and about by 9:30 that same morning and did our share to boost the economy. You’re welcome, Mr. President.