Black Friday

I will start by saying that I hate Black Friday. Talk about forgetting what Christmas is really about. What Christmas is really about to all those Black Friday shoppers is being one in a swarm of many other nutcases who are up at the ass crack of dawn to "catch a deal". I put that in parenthesis because let's be honest, there were no great deals this year. I understand going through all that for a humungous flat screen or some electronic that would be well worth it to get it at a discount price. What I do not get is going out into that madness to grab some shirts. Yes, I understand it is nice to save money (who doesn't). But to go out so early all crazy in hyper snort to save a buck is nuts. Maybe it's just me though. Hell, if you like doing that every year be my guest. But I would much rather sit at home on my butt relax and decorate the house to get in the spirit or something. And especially to hear in the papers how crazy some people got, I was more than glad to be sitting at home decorating and being outside in the gorgeous weather. Like pepper spray? Really? That woman was clearly out of her mind. And over what? An Xbox? Call me crazy but why would that seem like a logical thing to do?

Crazy people. All I know is that a day after visiting with family and stuffing my face the last thing I want to do is wake up early and shop with about a million other people. If you like to though, more power to you. But be careful because someone might trample or pepper spray you to get to some discounted underwear.