Oh hell no.
Push. Shove. Scream.
The occasional choke hold.
That’s how I remember Black Friday. Granted I haven’t been able to shop on this most glorious and holy of shopping days in two years but, seriously? I went to Target yesterday and there were about 20 people in the store.
All overly polite. Not a tantrum throwing toddler in sight.
And the sales and door busters? Lame. The only thing I scored was Brave for $10 (worth every damn penny). Other than that my shopping was limited to eggs, baby food, and salad because we’re gangsta like that. I thought you knew?
And well, I don’t know what kind of crazy decides to post progress pictures after the gluttony that is Thanksgiving but oh dang, that would be me.