Posted in OH &^%$!!, Random Rage, Retail Therapy, Some things just don't fit into a neat little box. The uncategory!, Uncategorized | Posted on 28-11-2011
I’m happy to report I survived Black Friday.
Granted, I was in my snowman pajamas snuggled under the covers sawing wood til the late hour of half past 8, but I am just so grateful my 2 year old didn’t pepper spray me and no one stepped on my face for some Wheaties here at Casa de Muffin Top. I know others did not fare so well.
I was worried. You just never know where danger lurks.
I love me some bargains but oooh, the thought of getting out of my toasty roasty bed after hosting T-giving (that’s right…..and opening that can of cranberry sauce was the last straw…it totally did me in…)was too much for any 50% off wafflemaker. Unless Coach Taylor was up for grabs, I was just not ready to do battle with the people of Walmart. I’m klutzy on a good day–half asleep with gravy coursing through my veins–you know I wouldda gotten taken out by one of those scooter people cuz I’d be too slow to pole vault away into a display of Faded Glory madness.
So here I sit. Not one Christmas present purchased. Not.a.one.
And the overacievers on Facebook are stressing me out. (You know who you are, you crazy little elves, you.
You know the ones–they’re putting status updates like this up:
Tree trimmed? Check! Lights up? Check! Christmas quilts on all the beds? Check! Holiday afghans knitted for the senior center? Check! Christmas presents for friends, family, bus driver, teachers, mailman, street sweeper, babysitter, dog walker, newspaper mystery delivery person, check out girl at supermarket, brother’s girlfriend’s stepfather’s sister purchased, wrapped, and under tree? Check, check, and cha-eck! Gifts from toy drive for needy children wrapped and dropped to shelter? Check. *
Ugh oh. I knew I should have started my shopping in 2010!
I’m a terrible person! The worst! A total procrastinator. I have nothing for my kids! For the needy kids! For the hubs! The teacher! The seniors! The distant almostsortakinda relative! The butcher! The baker! The candlestick maker!
Think, think, think. I can do this. I’m not stressed. I’m not.
See now that I’m off my pneumonia meds, I can hit the sauce.
Can you have a beer while you shop at Walmart?
NOOOOOOOOOO. (You really should be able to. It might take the sting out of some of the scenery. No really. Seriously.)
But I can in my family room. While I’m on my computer. Shopping til I drop in my snowman jammies! I can google for coupon codes with my best pepper spray game face on. GRRRRRRRRRRR. I can throw my muffin top around the family room and pretend to knock down little old ladies for wii games while I’m on toyrus.com! JOY TO THE WORLD! WINNING! It’s the reason for the season, yo!
I can have hot chocolate with fluffed marshmallow vodka while I swoop in and crush some ebay auctions.
Don’t –don’t even try to grab up the last blender at amazon.com or I will cut you. I will. I will find your cyber arse and cut you with my sword
mean unChristmasy, un Jimmy Stewart words.
It’s holiday time. It’s on. Good tidings to all and to all a good figh–I mean, night. Night!
*If this was your status update though, let’s be friends! Really! You can help people like me!