Hello folks, I’m sure you’ve made your Thanksgiving plans by now, but tell me, do they include shopping? Enquiring minds want to now. Make yourselves at home, and let’s chat…~smile~
You do know Black Friday is starting Thursday night this year—at least at Wally World, right? When the clocks strikes ten pm you can take your turkey stuffed self Wal-Marting for all the best deals, should you so choose. Myself, I’ve never been shopping on Black Friday for the same reason I don’t pull my hair out at the roots. It sounds painful. But, if that’s your thing, blessings on you my Wally World Warriors. Of course, that does remind me of a story…
I just got the most amusing letter from a reader. Years ago, when Janie was a hip young thang living in Houston, she and her sissy loved hanging out in a cool little restaurant/bar called Yaga. Janie even put a Yaga bumper sticker on her car emblazoned with the restaurant’s logo, a cute little flower. Why, the girls were so into Yaga they even had matching Yaga flowers tattooed on their ankles. Twenty something years later, Janie isn’t feeling quite as hip, but not for the reason you may think. Indeed, the sisters are both happily married respectable wives and mothers, their wild and crazy days only faint memories— but they are forever memorialized, which brings me to the best part of our story.
One day Janie was entering her hometown’s newly refurbished Wal-Mart when she noticed something hauntingly familiar about the Wal-Mart flower on the new sign. That’s right, belles and beaus; it looks just like Yaga’s. Janie doesn’t feel near as cool as she once did— what with her having a Wal-Mart logo on her ankle, and all.
But she did give me permission to share this story, as a lesson to all the cute young thangs running around willy-nilly tattooing their various body parts. And I quote, “You may be a young hottie strutting your stuff in a bikini, but one day you’ll be sitting in a Vacation Bible School class trying to make a macaroni necklace with 5 year olds while your pre-teen helpers snicker at your Wal-Mart tattoo.”
Well, said, Janie! And Happy Thanksgiving, porchers! Let’s count our many blessings, name them one by one.