Well I have been sick. Sick since Tuesday night I believe. I went to the doctor on Wednesday to rule out strep so I could still maybe attend Thanksgiving if I was able to stand. Which was great because miraculously I felt all better on Thursday.
*side note: I am so grateful for friends and their family, who welcome strangers to their dinner table on an important holiday. One of Shaun's work friends invited us over to their Thanksgiving dinner and after about 45 minutes, we were apart of the family. I love that. I hope my family is the same.
Thursday night arrived and we changed the shopping plan. We were supposed to be waiting in line for the gates to open to the beautiful Target at 9 but games of Werewolf got too out of hand. Long story short, at about 11:30 we made it to Target on our way to The Mall of Georgia. After people watching and eavesdropping for a good hour in the Forever 21 line I came to the conclusion that I am really so much more classier than at least 85% of that Georgian population... (long story)
We left The Mall of Georgia and much to SJ's dismay, the Banana Republic sales weren't up to par so we made the best-awful decision at 3 AM to head to the outlets. We got home around 5 and still were going strong with our online purchases, then went to bed shortly after. I woke up at noon the next day coming so close to what hangovers would feel like. So not worth it.
Basically, that night KILLED ME. Threw me under the bus. My throat was down for the count and my body went slowly down with it. Shaun was hilariously kind taking care of me. I couldn't yell or speak for that matter so whenever I needed something I would play I-tunes from my phone and it would start playing on our Apple TV out in our living room so when he would hear some Michael Buble or Celine Dion christmas songs, Nicole needed something. I admit, there were some times where I was accused of being the boy who cried wolf...but I loved hearing my music outside and having the husband come running so can you blame me?
The decision about ever going Black Friday shopping again is still being decided. But I think that is how I am every year. But this year sure got me. I have never experienced something so sad and pathetic than being starving and eating just to fill your stomach. Not having the pleasure of your sense of TASTE. I have never had it totally 100% gone before. And that is just sad. Flavors are going up on my thankful list this year.