Black Friday

Well I hope ya'll had a lovely Thanksgiving. (I would have written before now, but I was buried under a mountain of leftovers and I was afraid that if I left for even a minute, Sweetpotato might get into my stuffing and then I'd have to stab him in the eye.) Since I didn't get to check in on you, I do hope Friday found you watching movies in your PJ's, not throwing elbows in a department store. They call it Black Friday, meaning the sales go into the black. But it should really be called Rednecks Knock Each Other Down in Wal-Mart for a Cheap Television Friday. I just don't understand these folks who would rather stand outside a shopping mall at 5 in the morning ON THEIR DAY OFF, than lie on their couch eating cold pumpkin pie. I mean I love a good bargain as much as the next person, but two-for-one tube socks do not warrant an early morning stampede.

Now look at these crazy people here. They are actually knocking old folks down in their rush to grab a new X-box for Junior, who will certainly perish if he doesn't get his thumbs on the latest and greatest violence-enhancing game box. I mean if you're gonna fight a crowd of over-caffinated bargain hunters for an electronic device, you'd be best be getting a computer. That way, even if you look like an ass this year, you can spend next Black Friday ordering your gifts from the comfort of your living room, instead of sprawled on the concrete floor of the clearance aisle, playing tug-of-war with a toothless opponent over a fleece pullover. Ya'll lose your minds over a plasma t.v. if you want to, but my Christmas shopping is just a click away!;-)