Thanksgiving is for giving thanks. But most of all for dressing up and taking pictures.
Hey, I think you guys are missing someone maybe.
That’s more like it.
The classic nose picker pose. bringing the classy every single frame.
Because pictures inside weren’t enough, we took the show outside too. No one around here gets a photo shoot without me jumping in on it.
My ma and pa.
Big K and the Button
And an obligatory Thanksgiving “meal” picture:
Yep, that’s it. You’ve seen a feast before and we ate it. And then went hot tubbing afterwards. We all looked pregnant.
This morning my workout was getting up at 6am and hitting up the Black Friday sales with my mom.
When we were younger we’d get up early and go to the stores in Anchorage, Alaska mostly for the free coffee and donuts, but it was always fun to see the masses of people; we never really bought much but it was an exciting event especially as a kid. especially especially for a kid who lived in a log cabin on an island in Alaska.
Well, now the 6am rush of people are long gone… they were there at 10pm the night before. We went to Target about 6:20am and it was dead – there were more employees than customers! But the lady checking us out said that the line was wrapped around the store at midnight. crazy.
We bought a couple random toys at Target, nothing at Best Buy (all the deals like the 42” TV for $200 were gone and obviously in our household, 42” is way too small), and a couple Christmas decorations at Michael’s.
The best deal of the day:
Free Godiva chocolate bars at Michael’s.
We also stopped at Kohl’s which was in the same shopping area and bought a few clothing items. Unfortunately, the flesh-toned, tummy tamer granny panties I wanted weren’t on sale.
We went home and it was time for a pool party.
K threw the party so he was the DJ, bouncer, and back up dancer. Look at those moves.
Later in the afternoon Jaymo, Reese and I stopped at a few more stores. Nordstrom Rack had a deal today where you got 25% off one item if you printed out some paper coupon or something.
I picked out these Paige Premium jeans that were $79.99 and went to beg the cashier to give me the coupon discount. I flashed the young man my winning smile, he threw up a little and then gave me the discount so I ended up with the jeans for $60 and tax.
After an Old Navy and Costco stop, we saw a Mexican restaurant on the way home and stopped for a quick margarita.
When I don’t wear eye makeup, I look old, tired and haggard. It’s a good look.