Door busters, early bird specials, late night bonus savings, midnight madness, please take a number, stand in this line, DON'T MOVE, because, we may or may not call you within the next six hours (or, twenty) HOLY HANNAH MONTANA, is it me, or did shopping just get REAL HARD, or something?!?

I know.  The thrill of the sale.  Never EVER pay full price, if you don't have to.  I get that.  In fact, some of my best friends plan AND manage to get ALL of their holiday shopping done, every year, in one blessed day, DAMMIT!

Just, not me.

Nope, I'm THAT annoying lady, digging in her shoulder bag with one hand, flipping through the sale flier with the other, swearing up and down that she JUST had the stupid CVS coupon in her hand, a minute ago, AND she's standing RIGHT in front of you, too, DAMMIT!

Yep, I am ALL about making last minute shopping decisions and NOT just because I suffer from FDD (financial deficit disorder) or the lack of poor planning, or less than perfect organizational skills, either.

Nope, in our house, we just wait for something to blow up THEN we go shopping!

[sound of running feet]

"Now, what happened?"

Except, this passed Friday.

"OH...MY...GAWD...WHAT...IS...THAT...SMELL!!!"

The dog blew up.

"QUICK!  Where did you put all those sale papers?!?"

Aaaand, Garth (not his real name) went shopping.

"But, it's 1:00 o'clock in the morn...[GAG!]...they're on the mantel!"

Then again, we NEEDED to clean the carpet, sooner or later.

"HOLY HANNAH MONTANA!!!"

Aaaand, the Doofus-Dawg just saved us 40% on a new rug shampoo machine.

"Is that his spleen?!?"

BLECH!  Thanks to our family and friends, who insisted on slipping the dog "just a quick taste" under the table, we just experienced our first "belly buster sale."

[cue crickets, chirping]

Can't WAIT to see what I get...next year...stupid Thanksgiving!!!

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