As I had hoped, we stopped by to see Brady...and his family...late this afternoon. Now Brady is 5 and a half years old, but he can still nap like a demon! I envy him greatly in that regard. When Brady plays, he plays hard, and when he sleeps, he sleeps hard. The evidence is in the hair. Brady wakes up from his afternoon naps with some of the finest cases of "bedhead" that I have ever seen.
Our day began WAY earlier than it should have. No, we did not get involved in any of the Black Friday foolishness, rather we both agreed to play tennis this morning. Not a good idea! It was probably for the best that we got a little exercise, but at least in my case dragging 15 pounds of poultry (tucked within my gizzard) around with me on a tennis court for an hour and a half didn't make for a great deal of success. On the way home from the tennis club we stopped at the grocery to procure what was needed to get started on the Christmas baking. What we accomplished this afternoon was enough to make a 5th grade boy laugh uncontrollably for a week...peppernuts and a whole bunch of fudge...if you've ever been around a 5th grade boy you will certainly understand.
By late afternoon we had finished what we could of the Christmas food production for the day so it was time to head out for a little Black Friday fun. We went to Costco. I managed to purchase a foot-long polish sausage (which looked and tasted like a hot dog) and a 20 ounce refillable pop for a buck and a half. What a savvy shopper I am! After wolfing down the wienie we picked up a couple of items and joined the parade of 60 inch flat screen TV's out the door. Kay and I were conspicuous in the fact that we were the only ones walking out without one. It was at this point that we stopped in to visit Brady, his dad, mom, sister, grandpa, grandma, aunt, uncle, 3 cousins and 2 dogs. If you look closely it appears that I have a bit of "bedhead" too.
The day is ending quietly, and in at least one respect similar to how it began. I got my butt kicked this morning on a tennis court and I got my butt kicked this evening playing canasta with my bride. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
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