All that for a shop-vac

I can tell it's been too long since I last posted, because the iPad didn't remember my blogger URL. Going forward, I vow to at least attempt to blog enough such that my cached website history includes said blog. Deal?

I partook in my first Black Friday shopping experience ever. It is important that you understand a few things about me. Firstly, I hate shopping. Secondly, I hate shopping. And thirdly, I especially hate shopping for the sake of shopping, which is the worst kind of shopping of all. When I say this is my first Black Friday, I mean it. Previous Black Fridays involved me purposefully avoiding anything resembling a shopping outlet as though my life depended upon it. No grocery shopping, not even a gas station stop if I could avoid it.

So, the fact that the wee hours of Friday, November 26th found me shivering outside a Menards in a line with 500 other crazed idiots hoping for a killer deal on a shop-vac is quite the separation from the norm. The fact that I was actually even excited about the experience is nothing short of a miracle.

For the record, we didn't buy a shop-vac. I can't tell you what we did buy because there are certain kindergartners that read this blog.

At any rate, I survived the experience, people were civil and for the most part friendly, in fact it's a sort of bonding moment when you're huddled together in frigid weather with complete strangers.

Other Thanksgiving-related activities were a success. First ever T-Day brunch at my sister's house (pancakes for Thanksgiving = AWESOME), then Friday at the in-laws. We missed Ben's brother and family, who were on vacay in Florida, but otherwise a pleasant day.

We debated driving down to Indy on Saturday to watch the football team from the high school Ben works at play in the state championship game. In the end we decided not to go. We both were quite agonized over the decision, but the prospect of trying to entertain Sophie for three hours at Lucas Oil Stadium finally trumped our desire to go cheer on the team. They lost. But had a good showing. Nice job, Indians.

Seventeen days until I have a 2-year-old again, and then another fifteen days after that, our little family welcomes it's first ever six-year-old.

Yikes. No wonder Decembers make my head spin.