Not-So-Black Friday

"Sufficient Breakfast"

So needless to say, I did not partake in the madness known to mankind as "Black Friday". I cannot be bothered to wake-up in the middle of the night (is there really a point in sleeping?) to go hunt down the so-called bargains. Yes, I'm sure there were many to be found and celebrated, but unlike most females I know, I absolutely must be in the mood to shop. Of course there are times when I'm bound and determined to track down that one particular black wool peacoat with the military-esque brass buttons that may have come in at Zara or how about that oversized studded grey leather purse at Urban Outfitters, but I am not an aimless shopper. If I am going shopping, it's because I have a specific list in my mind of things I need.

Oh, and for the love of God, even if I DO have a list, I will not shoe shop. I detest shoe shopping with every inch of my being. I feel like that may change now that I moved past the phase of my life where merely owning every color know to man in the same pair of flip-flops was okay (forgive me, I am a Florida native). Now I'm slowly become more inclined to shoes. My Carvella black ankle boots and my Michael Kors silver T pumps have certainly been loved, and I've only had them for a few months. I suppose that my feet are extremely grateful for drastic upgrade (well, maybe not so grateful for the calluses, but it's just a price to pay).

So in leiu of shopping, I ducked out to Starbucks with Jordan for coffee (he immediately deemed this an insufficient breakfast; I however believe that anything that tastes that wonderful and gives me energy eliminates any cons).

Okay, so another thing that kept me out of the rat race was the fact that my body decided to gift me with immense pain. I was balled up for two-and-a-half hours and popping Aleve like candy (bit of an exaggeration, I'm more of a "follow the label" kinda gal). This "gift" is just another reason to hate twelve days of the year and persuades me more and more each time to take up the "Brangelina" lifestyle when I get older. I love children, I do, and I'm okay with having ones that didn't cause me pain, nausea, vomitting and mood swings for a total of nine months (I'm sure my husband would be glad for a lack of those 274 days of pure "pleasantry").

Anyways, I'm probably going to turn in for the night. Jordan's too busy to watch "Mock the Week" with me, so I won't be getting my fill of snarky British humor tonight. I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving. It certainly is the holiday that keeps on giving (leftovers!).