What was I Thinking

Yesterday was a wonderful Thanksgiving day. Watching the parade on TV, all the family coming over, even my older brother came over. After dinner played games, talked, laughed, and someone brought up shopping for the early specials on friday morning. So late last night, after everyone was gone home and my husband was snoring away, I got to thinking, "Oh, I haven't went shopping day after Thanksgiving for years and since I don't have to work in the morning, maybe I'll get up and get some of my Christmas shopping done".
What the hell was I thinking!!! I set the alarm for 4:30 a.m. so I could get an early start. I actually thought as I drove down Gratiot Ave. "Oh, this isn't so bad. There's hardly any traffic on the roads this morning". Then I pulled in to the store parking lot. Well, I guess this is where all the cars were hiding. Yes at 5 a.m. the store is more packed than I have ever seen. Stupid me, I go into the store expecting to find a shopping cart in there. No Carts - the lady in the greeting section of the store tells me that shoppers are getting the carts from the people in the parking lot that are done shopping. So out to the parking lot I go, looking for a cart. After ten minutes of looking in a cart empty lot, I finally find one.
Then it begins. "excuse me, pardon me, oops sorry" I make my way through the isles. It takes about two hours in that first store to find most of what I was looking for. They were sold out of a few things, but I prided myself on the fact that I did get most of the stuff on my list. So I make my way to the checkout counter. Shock hits me. Oh, now I remember why I don't go shopping on the day after Thanksgiving. So I wait, and I wait, and I wait. Finally after about 45 more minutes, It's my turn to check out. Oh Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!!! I go back to the parking lot with my bags of goodies and realize, I forgot where I parked my car. Another 10 minutes go by and I finally find my vehicle. So I pack up the stuff in the trunk, hop in the car, and . . . well, you know the rest. I go to the next store on my list and start this mess all over again. I'm a glutin for punishment. After all the big sales of the morning are over, I'm on my way home. It's about 11:30 a.m. I have a bad headache, I'm tired, and I'm hungry. I get home, bring the stuff in the house, get some leftover Thanksgiving dinner in my belly, take some motrin, and go to bed for a nap vowing never to venture out on the day after Thanksgiving again as long as I live. (Or at least until I forget how terrible it is)