Blackfridaydeals 2009. What a search argument. I really like condensing it into a word and a date. Thank heaven, they’ve finally arrived. I have pictures to prove it. Is Wal-Mart open on Thanksgiving? I don’t know. I don’t care either. I never shop at Wal-Mart. A turkey is done when a thermometer inserted into the thigh reads above 160 degrees. If the bird is stuffed, the temperature of the stuffing should also read above 160. If the breast temperature is low, tent the damn thing with aluminum foil and check it again in a few minutes.
I’m in the middle of making 3 pies, 2 pumpkin and one apple, to bring to a Thanksgiving day meal later today. The crust is in the refrigerator, cooling down and waiting to be rolled out. I’m happy to have time to share the festive Black Friday news with all my Gather Friends™ and unsuspecting search engine users who’ve happened on this article.
I’m planning on sleeping in tomorrow. I have the ads. I’ve skimmed through them. It’s vicarious pleasure at best. The under $10 gifts don’t look too attractive. The over $10 gifts are too expensive. When I worked graveyard shift the option of shopping at 3 AM was more attractive on nights when I got off early. These days I don’t care at all.
Here’s a picture of the exciting Black Friday Ads I received today. Sharp eyed readers will note that it also includes part of my bathrobe as well as nearly 8 of my toes. I have another picture that is Katz body part and clothing free which I’ll upload when Gather decides to allow me to do it.
What does the frog want for the Big X? A pony, a fully functional machine gun with a bunker stocked with ammo, 100 pounds of Xtra Strength™ herbal medicine in whole bud form, a National Tri-Cone guitar from circa 1930 in perfect playing condition, a patron of the arts to finance my hedonic research, and world peace.
If I remember to do it, I’ll pray for you. If I forget to pray it probably won’t matter much.