The morning after....

I don't sing. I don't dance. And I sure as hell don't shop the day after Thanksgiving!

Nope. Never. Although the thought of listening to a football game (s) for the 72 hours is forcing me to reconsider this idea. And I say listen to football - because no matter where I am in the house - a tv is on a football game. And it is blaring. And we all know....what do I hate more than shopping the day after Thanksgiving? You got it. FOOTBALL.

I'm very mission oriented. I like to get up early and do what I need to do. I admit I'm a little Rainmanish when it comes to certain activities. If I am not at the grocery/commissary by 9:00 a.m. - I won't go. I get irate when it gets near the holidays and the commissary is always busy. This is my time! You've got the rest of the day to shop like you do the rest of the year. Why are you infringing on my time???

I'm like that with all kinds of shopping - be it Wal Mart, Costco or a mall. I get there when it opens, get what I need - and go. If I need a silver engraved ice bucket with a diamond studded lid - I get it - and go. The display of gold engraved ice buckets complete with diamond studded lids and a $100 gift certificate holds no interest for me - as that is not what I am there for. I am not a fun person to mission shop with. I admit that.

However - when I shop with no purpose - it is a lot of fun. We can take all day and look at Agent Provocateur lingerie if you want.

But the thought of getting up early and rubbing shoulders with people who never see the light of day before noon and only a partial list of things I need - I don't think I can do it. My suburban is too big to fit in most parking spots - especially when Mr Iminabighurry spots my backing lights and insists on waiting for me to back out instead of looking for another spot.

But this inane football noise complete with yelling and fist pounding may force the issue.

Do they have drive through counselors?