So…here’s the thing. I’m not so much into zero dark thirty mornings.
But Kennedy? Kennedy foams at the mouth when she hears the words ‘black’ and ‘friday’ mentioned in the same sentence.
Are we going to Mimi’s for breakfast on Friday? Can we go to Best Buy? What time should I set my alarm for?
I think I’ve created a monster.
That’s not all, though. What’s worse is that she has recruited friends. My mom to be exact. And for the last three days they’ve been concocting a snack mix–piecing together roasted nuts and dried fruits and chocolate candies as if their very lives hang in the balance. Because–you know–they’ll be starving and all. At 3 am on Friday morning. Undigested turkey and all the fix’ins aside.
Two black Fridays ago we nearly came to blows in the mall parking lot.
It took me until the Monday following to fully recover from last year’s festivities.
And here I thought I’d slid under the radar this year. What with the big vacation and all. I thought black friday was unnecessary.
Apparently not so much.
So I’m resting up.
Taking my vitamins.
For my annual wish-I’d-sat-this-one-out event.
Do you celebrate?