After Thanksgiving, my family and I watched a festive, seasonal film titled "Drag Me to Hell." We rarely agree on movies, but for some reason anything in the supernatural, zombie or hitman genres is usually a good bet.For the first time ever, I went shopping at the mall on Black Friday. It wasn't the nightmare I expected - we found a parking spot in two minutes and I didn't get elbowed by any fellow bargain hunters. In fact, no one at all fought me over the black sequined formal shorts I bought - wonder why.
I couldn't help but notice rows and rows of men sitting on benches, looking bored and miserable as their wives/girlfriends looked through piles of clothes. How are these women getting their boyfriends to go shopping with them on Black Friday, of all days?! I can't even get boys to call me back.
