Back Home Again in Illinois
I made it back alive. Thanksgiving was… interesting. I made killer deviled eggs, if I can brag for a moment. Typical fare was served and was followed by atypical pudding shots — like jello shots only pudding-y-er. (Substitute half the milk with Bailey’s or Kahlua. Fold in some whipped cream. Voila!) Add a newborn baby, a never before seen engagement ring, a missing fiance, thousands of politically incorrect references, and my mother’s pathetic Christmas tree, and you have my Thanksgiving in a nutshell.
I learned that family will never change, even if you do. I learned that bouncing a colicky newborn around the house is a great way to get exercise. I learned that pudding shots are even better with whipped cream on top. And I learned that four cups of coffee in the afternoon will stay in your system until your 3:30am Black Friday alarm goes off… and you haven’t slept a wink.
So, about that Black Friday thing… I secretly love Black Friday. I know I know, capitalism really isn’t my thing but I’m a total bargain shopper at heart. I can’t pass up a good deal. And when I saw the perfect present for Joe in a flier for half off? Well, I had to be there when the doors opened at 4, by golly! (In reality, my mom and I were giggling at Starbucks at 4am because no sleep and peppermint mochas will do that.) But the fun didn’t stop there. There were some great online sales that I hit before leaving to come back to Illinois. (Joe, don’t open any of my mail over the course of the next couple weeks. Especially that package that may or may not be coming from Apple.) And once my mother and I got into Illinois, we had to hit up even more sales. World Market had great deals (and you guys will love it, Nate and Becky!) and Cabela’s was perfect for my uncles.
Aside from stocking stuffers, I’m done Christmas shopping. And I CAN’T WAIT to start wrapping and decorating and baking!!!
Tomorrow, my mom and I are headed to see The Rockettes. If I were to ever send in a PostSecret card, it would probably be about my unrelenting desire to become a Rockette… but I’m an inch too short.