My Black Friday Crush

Black Friday is one of my favorite holidays. I'm really not sure why, because I rarely end up with any stellar deals. Oh sure. Last year I bought a copy of The Blind Side for $3.99 at 5:30 a.m. Was it worth it? You tell me. I saved at least $6, and all I had to do was get my uber pregnant arse to Target by 5 a.m. (I couldn't even have coffee, and the movie wasn't even on Blu Ray.)

So. Now that we've established I'm crazy (if we hadn't already done so in previous posts), allow me to defend my BF neurosis with a tiny bit of practicality. I do like being in the mall on the busiest shopping day of the year, when very few people are there, and in recent years I have accomplished quite a bit of Christmas shopping. Arguably, I would be able to find equal or better deals online in my pj's, but then I would feel like I would be missing the party (and there's a little more crazy for you). I've somehow turned it into a social experience in my head which makes no sense, because people tend to be a little bit cranky on Black Friday.

There's something else. Every year the KitchenAid Stand [alone] Mixer goes on sale (in various sizes, but my heart belongs to the 5 qt. model in Empire Red). It's the only time of year that I've found it discounted this much. It seems to be a yearly semi-big ticket item. Every year it reappears. Every year I long to bring it home with me along with all of my the other Christmas gifts and make it a part of my home and life forever. I envision beautiful recipes falling into place, while I drink wine and stare at my beautiful appliance. And every year I just let it go like the Boys of Summer. 

I love it, and I will always love it. I enjoy my one week infatuation, then move on. I tell myself, "I don't have a place to put it. Maybe I'll save up and get one next year (serious LMAO here for thinking I have that kind of discipline). I just can't justify the expense this time of year." The truth is I know it will be there for me to fall in love with all over again next year. I take it for granted, ultimately reject it, and it just keeps coming back for more. Sad. It could use a good lesson in how to play hard to get.

This year I will do the same, only I'm slightly less infatuated with it, distracted by things like my upcoming tropical vacation and toys for the monkey. Maybe someday I'll write a Christmas tragedy about our love that was never meant to be, because--after all--I don't have a place to put it. I can't justify the expense. And frankly, I think we all know I'd use it once, maybe twice a year. But for now, isn't it beautiful? *Sigh*

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