On Thanksgiving night, I sent out a tweet saying that people heading out for Black Friday were crazy. I mean who in their right mind goes outside to be trampled to death to save some money on a washer and dryer? As cheap as I am, my sanity is not for sale. Not for a flat screen, not for a solid state drive, and definitively not for a few pieces of cloth.

This was when irony rears her she-devil head by knocking at my door, @The_Derek_‘s family surprised him by flying into town and naturally wanted to go shopping. A laughed as he stood in my doorway begging me to come. I mean, do I look like the type of girl that want to be maced at Bed Bath and Beyond?

“It would make a great blog post.”

I really have become a sucker for that line.

The irony is when we got to the mall people looked excited to be there. The shoppers found general joy in this while I was in my own version of hell. The best part of the internet is the shopping and Santa dressed as UPS who delivers to the naughty and nice.

What I learned is while some people dislike early mornings, vegetarians, or fantasy football- for me it’s crowded sales. I applaud those that go out there because consumer spending drives the economy. No matter how much you saved on that 3D tv or cashmere sweater, I don’t relate to your feelings of accomplishment. There is no server or digital projector worth being pushed and shoved. I’ll do my part online.

Thanksgiving Eve I spent the night in pure bliss, with the fuzzball, in front of old Mad Men episodes. No consumerism battle, just very well written tv. The fuzzball gets recognition for being far smarter than myself, he would never entertain the idea of going out on Black Friday.

★ A line outside the Ralph Lauren store. Has no one told these people about the internet?