So I heard about this guy somewhere who has been camped out in front of Best Buy for days already, wanting to be first in line on Black Friday. Sort of like Occupy Big Box, I guess.
My friend Rachel caught her daughter Sarah in a nap that makes me think of him, although I suspect she is a far more sensible person…albeit a preschooler. Apparently, she is occupying Rachel’s family room, but it looks for all the world like she’s resting up to spring into Target on November 26th.
Gearing up for the big opening?
Note that Sarah is wise enough to hydrate, as well. That should give her the edge when she’s waiting in a huge line at the checkout for two hours.
Personally, I like William’s plan to buy everything online. He has been camped out under my desk so he can be first to the keyboard.
Whatever your method of shopping will be a week from today, may you meet with many bargains.
As we exhausted parents drag ourselves across the Labor Day finish line, let us not forget those special summer memories we’ve created for our children! For example, is there a more wholesome family pursuit than a camping trip?
Sleeping Under the...Sun?
Avery’s family endeavored to teach her about the great outdoors this season, but it appears that they need to pump up the excitement level a little. Perhaps introduce some
Camping in Style
I think Oprah (did you see her camping trip to Yellowstone?) would appreciate Avery’s roughing-it style, though. Why not be the pink of perfection, even as you commune with nature? And why not share this special experience with your binky? A girl’s gotta have her stuff with her.
Don’t be fooled. This one will be the last to stop telling ghost stories tonight around the campfire.
Goodbye to another sleepy summer!
Cormac takes after me in just about every way…but not this one. I hate camping.
If it’s not simply about my general dislike of being damp, cold, and having to pee in the woods, then it has to date back to a horrible girl scout camp experience, during which I offered my parents a year’s allowance to let me come home from Camp Wa-shaw-tee in Council Bluffs, Iowa.
Of course, maybe if I’d been able to camp in the comfort of my own home, while snoozing with my blankie, things could have been different.
I’m already calling it. Dan does cub scouts. (finger on side of nose)