Years and years ago when Thanksgiving was still at my Mom and Dad’s house, one of my sisters would come home and we would get up at the butt crack of dawn to go shopping at the mall. I loved it. This was years before the random social anxiety shit started. I loved the crowds the sales, the busy parking lot. All of it. We both would try on tons of clothes and wipe out the clearance racks. Around noon, we would come home and have Thanksgiving leftovers. Then we would get right back in the car. We’d either go back to the mall or to TJMaxx or Steinmart or Pier One or someplace and buy more stuff.
At some point, Black Friday turned in to a bunch of idiots fighting over TVs and tennis shoes. And things got dangerous. I also grew up and stopped wanting a lot of stuff. Now I want to get rid of all my stuff.
So today, I napped and ate left over Thanksgiving stuff. I feel sorry for all of you that have never had biscuits made by my sister. She has perfected biscuits. And my brother gave me a really cute poinsetta, and a jar of Georgia honey. When the Georgia honey met sister’s biscuit? It made for the perfect day. Naps, sappy Hallmark movies, biscuits and honey. Perfect. And that’s not all. I still have a piece of hummingbird cake left for supper.
Did any of you go out in the crowds today? What did you buy me? Um, I mean what did you buy?