After a very Norman Rockwell-like, gravy-covered Thanksgiving, I had hoped to spend today hitting the gym and putting up Christmas lights. But, no.
A family member (who shall remain nameless) suggested AM shopping. After all, this is Black Friday.
For the life of me I can never remember why Black Friday is called Black Friday, so I did what any red-blooded American boy would do. I tried to forget about it. Then I googled it.
According to wikipedia, the more modern use of Black Friday comes from the Philadelphia Police who were referring to the heavy street and sidewalk traffic because of the start of holiday shopping the day after Thanksgiving. It was not a term of endearment.
But I digress. Everyone seemed to be having a good time shopping at Menards in Grand Forks this morning. So, I decided not to spoil their experience and I went home–after about twenty minutes. God bless us, everyone.