This is one of my favorite photos ever. It was taken at a Bar Mitzvah a couple weeks back. I want it to be the cover of Jackson’s future memoir which will include stories about the neurotic shit his mom pulled when he was a kid. He will, no doubt, have to make those stories up since I never do anything neurotic, ever.
Anyhoo, happy Black Friday to those who observe this sacred occasion. Did any of you actually go shop? I saw some photos of people camped out in front of stores as early as Monday, which seems awfully extreme to me. Did they miss four days of work to save $45 on a TV at Best Buy? Or what? I have never done the Black Friday thing so I don’t really know how it works. I do enjoy Cyber Monday, which has now become something more like Cyber Last Two Weeks of November. Which reminds me, I got an email that the place where I order my bras is having a site-wide 25% off sale so I better stock up on my bras while I can. When you have big boobs like mine, your bras can set you back a hundred bucks or more. You think boob support is cheap? Nope, think again. I envy you ladies who can throw on a $20 bra from Target and call it a day.
What else? We had a nice Thanksgiving. I squeezed in a short bike ride in the morning before we headed to my father-in-law’s in the city. We get our whole meal catered from a Manhattan grocery chain — much easier than trying to cook in my FIL’s tiny, boiling hot kitchen — but I still made a spinach and cheese casserole that I brought over. My BIL and SIL brought the pies, and we all had a delicious meal. Jackson may have eaten more than all of us. I was hoping a turkey coma might make him sleep in this morning, but, alas, he was wide awake a little after 5. Do you know, I don’t think I’ve slept in past, like, 6:30 for over a year? What I would give for a leisurely morning like I used to have. Just one. I’d be happy with even one.
So. Happy weekend everyone. Go crazy.