I pride myself on never shopping on Black Friday. One of my girls announced, as I sat down to dinner, "I have my period, and we're out of pads." NOBODY noticed when we were down to 10 pads, or 7 pads, or even 3? So, I bolted my food (and now I have heartburn) and ran to the store. Not the way I wanted to spend my day.
We then watched Pieces of April
(our favorite Thanksgiving movie) then he fell asleep on my lap, and I tried to start my new Stephen King, but ended up back on here.