But then, I seem to have missed receiving the "shopping gene" that is present in, I believe, the majority of women. I don’t enjoy shopping. For anything. To me, shopping is a matter of necessity. When I need something, I go to the store, look, find, buy, get out. This often means that it costs me more because I rarely happen to be in the store when what I want is on sale. Exception to that rule happened two or three weeks ago when I went into the mall to look at coats, and the store where I went had all coats at 50% off!
About five years ago, my stove up and died on Thanksgiving Day (fortunately after dinner was prepared). So on Friday morning, I was at the furniture store when it opened. Ugh! The crowds were incredible. Still, I found the stove I wanted rather quickly, then got in line to pay for the thing. Took me about an hour to make it to the cashier. It was worth it because I was able to have the new stove delivered on Saturday.
It’s about 8:00 AM as I write this. Some shoppers have been out there for three hours already. Ack! Sounds awful to me.
So here I shall stay, safe in the quiet and warmth of my in-home office. I shall work some, and if the mood strikes, maybe I’ll do a little Christmas decorating (the photo is from two years ago). Or maybe I’ll nap. That’s always a good thing to do on Black Friday.