Boy oh boy ... did I have a Black Friday. But not the wondermous early bird, shop-'til-you-drop kind of shopping Black Friday. Oh no. Instead, I was rushed to the Instacare in a very slept-in thermal nightgown, a not-so-good-for-the-snow pair of Toms on my bare shakin' legs and an unholy nest of bedhead.
See ... my family has its very own unique kind of holiday tradition. It seems as if one of us always gets super nasty sick each and every holiday. I guess it was my turn to take one for the team this year. And, goodness me, did I! A heating pad became my bestest friend, an x-ray in those oh-so-lovely hospital gowns and a very kindhearted doc's diagnosis telling me I was right in the middle of passing an itty bitty, teeny-tiny kidney stone that I swear was trying to end me.
I've already let the rest of my family know that I'm asking that the baton be passed to one of them come Christmas because Thanksgiving was more than enough for me, thank you very much. And I missed out on my favorite pastime: shop-shop-shopping for the ultimate bargain.
But holy moly ... do I have a newfound thankfulness for my comfy-cozy, fluffy duvet-covered bed (although not quite as high as the dreamy one above) that I plan on hopping into momentarily to sleep as long as humanly possible. Or at least until I have enough strength to get back to my beloved bargains ...