Thanksgiving 2011. All the girls, minus my sister Kellie who was on an LDS mission. |
Are you a black Friday shopper? I have never been big on it. I don't like shopping all that much (but I DO, but I don't. It's complicated) and I love sleeping in (despite being a morning person) and since I just contradicted my two main points I don't have much ground to stand on except to say, it's just not my thing.
But I do love fabric.
So two years ago, Olivia was only 8 months old and we had come home from Thanksgiving at my aunt's house earlier than Adam (Adam cannot leave a party. He will be the last one there. It's a good thing he doesn't drink) In fact Adam didn't come home, he spent the night. Olivia was a 6am riser in those days and so after feeding her breakfast I thought, let's just swing by JoAnn's, it's soooo close.
I arrived, strapped Olivia into my front pack carrier, and took a number. As I shopped I paid attention to how fast the numbers were being called and when I was done collecting fabric they were still a long way from my number. And Olivia was starting to fuss because it was getting to be nap time.
I knew we weren't going to make it.
It was a long shot, but I thought maybe I could park my cart in a less trafficked area and come back for it. I parked it towards the back of the store, and decided that if I came back and it was still there, great. If not, well that was okay too.
Olivia and I went home. She took a nap, I showered, did my hair, ate, Olivia woke up, I fed her. We headed back to JoAnn's.
Sure enough, there was my cart, full of my fabric bolts. They were about ten people away from my number. They called it, I got my fabric cut and we were on our way.
That is the only way to do Black Friday.
What is your craziest Black Friday story?