I spend the previous evening canvassing emails and checking out ads and cutting out coupons and strategically planning a day of shopping for Saturday. After all, the deals end Sunday. I'm missing out! I'M MISSING OUT!!!!!
I wake up Saturday a little later than I'd like. I stumble downstairs, make some tea and oatmeal, and I sit at the table, staring at the coupons neatly organized in a colorful baggie that sticks out of the top of my pocketbook. I'm going to do it. I'm going to go out there and mingle with the mayhem. I'm going to, I swear it!
And then I remember that I have to put together some storage bins (another story for another day), that my son's new gal pal is coming up for the day, and that I promised a friend I would attend her house party. I also have homework for a class I'm taking, and, to be frank, I haven't showered and I look and probably smell like something that fell off a turnip truck.
I accomplish some things on my to-do list, including spending some time in the upstairs den/office/sewing room that now looks like the remainder of a bomb incident instead of the end result of a full-scale bombing raid. Currently I am in between events and about to head out to another. I have since showered, washed and dried my hair, applied deodorant, make-up, and clean clothes, and have almost entered into the human world.
I even manage a quick trip out to CVS. I know, right? Does this count for hitting the stores? Can I count myself among the masses even though there is zero line at CVS? I mean, I don't even wait one second. I walk right up to the counter and am through in no time. Plus, I have a 20% off coupon that expires Sunday, so I guess my plotting last night really does help.
I guess I get the better end of all of this -- and I'm proud of myself. I only fall for it a little bit, 20% or so, and I don't even feel like smacking anyone today. Progress! Merry almost-Christmas, kids.
