At Least Black Friday Only Comes Once A Year
Ella wanted to go shopping in the wee hours this morning. Since we were at her folks' home, she asked me to go with her. Ordinarily, I (and any other sane man) would say, "NO WAY!" But since someone was shot and killed outside the mall three days ago, I decided to go shopping with her. Why? I've seen my wife's survival instincts, or lack thereof, in action.A few years ago, we were shopping at a thrift store. We had just loaded our haul into the backseat and were in the process of getting into the car when two cars came racing down the road. The passenger of one car was holding a gun outside his window, firing shots at the other car. I ducked behind my car door. I looked over and saw Ella standing tall, mouth agape, watching the whole thing. "GET THE HELL DOWN!" I screamed. She did. We lived (but I'm sure you guessed that already).
But back to our Black Friday shopping: it was fairly uneventful. There were some long lines at a few stores but for the most part we were able to go in, get what we needed, and get out without too much difficulty. Of course, it helped that my cell phone's alarm didn't go off so we didn't actually get started until 9:00 AM, hours after the crazies had already rummaged through the stores.
Still A Family Of Four
Warning: I'm sharing entirely too much in this section!My wife's periods are very regular. Two months ago, she went off The Pill and began using The Ring. I had some issues with it, fearing that operator error could lead to a surprise bundle of joy. And if you're a regular reader, you already know my feelings about having more children.
Well guess what? She was two days late this month. Two L-O-N-G days of panic, desperation, fretting, pacing, sweating, cursing, and worrying. Thankfully, for no good reason.
Better late than never, you know?
