I'm sick. I've got the fever real bad. I can't stop thinking about Black Friday. For all of you not in the know, Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving, i.e. the Biggest. Shopping. Day. of. The. Year.
Granted I've actually been the normal sick with a stupid cough/phlegmy thing and been doing not much more than sitting on the laptop and/or using the remote to select of one of the gazillion kid shows we have on our DVR. So I'm become a stalker on my favorite BF website at gottadeal.com. I've already decided what I want to get at Target, Kohls, Circuit City and yes Wally World. I have examined the photos of the leaked ads, my lists made (courtesy of the site). Now I need to finalize, tweak and set our gameplan.
"Our gameplan". No, not my husband. My sister. She'll be down for Tday (YEAH!) and we have been discussing BF, but need to sit down, figure budget, plan of attack, etc. I really don't know how we've become involved in the insanity. Our family has never gone shopping on BF, quite the opposite. My dad thinks we're nuts. But my sister and I partake in it, on our own usually. It just screams (literally) Christmas Time!!! We'll get up at 5 a.m. get a coffee and get in a store asap.
I see a future of my sister and I reeking of Holiday Traditions. I guess because our family was not into traditions. Everything was flexible. It was just a frenzy of driving, eating and wrapping paper. I always had a Christmas hangover. In reality it was probably more than that, but I can't really put my finger on it. But the holidays in my house, my own house with my own family, are not negotiable. On Tday we will have regular ol turkey, mashed potatoes, sausage sage stuffing, pumpkin pie, cranberry relish, and green bean casserole (with a little pomegranate sangria thrown into the mix). We will watch the Macy's Day Parade and then plan our BF. We will get ready for Christmas over the weekend, getting our tree and decorating it, probably while watching Christmas movies and/or listening to Christmas music.
My kids will probably grow up and roll their eyes at Mom and Aunt Bebe but secretly love that the holidays are so corny. Now I need to just find that bright green pickle ornament...