Today, the kitten took 17’s ADD medication. I think it’s his Black Friday.
6 hours later, he is still alive but is ripping around the house like a psycho cat. Oh, and he got all of 17’s homework done and applied to 10 colleges for her so it’s all good.
I don’t do Black Friday. Never have, probably never will.
The thought of camping out or standing in line for a deal on a television, cotton granny panties, or a $5 fry baby just doesn’t do it for me.
I have friends who make it a tradition to get up early (which you do not have to do anymore, you can now start the night before) go fight the crowds and then have lunch somewhere fun. Good for them. And Nordstrom’s doesn’t count…
I sleep in, have a leisurely breakfast, and do laundry. Then I make lunch and dinner out of our leftovers and continue the wine fest. This works for me.
Today I did do some thrift store shopping. As I am a thrift store whore. And my regular haunts were pretty quiet because all the dingalings were at the mall.
And what did I find?
A Dooney and Bourke leather bag for $4.97
A Vintage Gucci Anniversary handbag authentic (I know my shizz on this ladies) for $23
And some other fun chotchkies for around 9 bucks.
Be jealous. Oh, I also stopped up the toilet in the Goodwill. That was fun…
This year I am going to write about a thrift store Christmas and how you can do it too! As long as you have the patience and alcohol to tolerate these places, you will be fine.
So the thrift store whore is getting her game on. Are you with me?