This has been an interesting two days. Yesterday was better than I expected it to be minus a few things. Today I woke up not as early as yesterday morning, but it was still earlier than I’ve been getting up before Thanksgiving even arrived. I woke up this morning with my bladder about to explode! I hate that and I woke up at 5am. I got about four or five hours of sleep, which is better than I thought I’d get at all. Since I took a three-hour nap after we came home from nana’s, I seriously thought I wouldn’t get any sleep that night, but Just Dance I think wore everybody out. After I did “Tightrope” for the second time in a row I was pooped and said, “I’m done for the night.”
Today though was fun. We went black Friday shopping in town. It wasn’t as bad as what I thought it would be. I kept imagining all week long that it could be very crowded or not at all. It wasn’t thank God! Mom found some work scrubs and Emily found some cute flats and a shirt. I’m somewhat picky when I go shopping. I’ll stop and look at different things and show mom or Em but I don’t usually want it that bad enough to get it. I usually want an iTunes card, and I got one of those and I should be making a list of songs right about now too. Mom found some cute yoga and fuzzy pants and got those for me for Christmas. Then when we were in the movie section, she pointed out “Dirty Dancing” and then I found “DreamGirls.” I love that movie, but she got Dirty Dancing instead.
After that we went back to nana’s house and eat her fruit and veggie trays. I think I ate too much veggies today. Before I even started eating the veggies I had a cupcake, nana was good and made cupcakes instead of an actual cake. While I was eating the cupcake I almost got choked on it, I was trying to chew it and breathe at the same time. It doessn’t work like that. Today my Aunt Laurie, her boyfriend Mike, and her son Tate are going back home. I’m sad about that, because mom’s home this weekend, but Emily’s got a basketball game tomorrow night and apparently it’s suppose to storm. Which means I’m not going to it. Oh well, I’ll go to the next one that’s on a Saturday.