Big time. There is nothing like getting lucky, eh? Even coming down from the exhilaration is fabulous- that faint sheen of sweat; your heart pounding out of your chest and now settling to a new rhythm while you try to catch your breath…..
I don’t get this lucky much. Really, not much at all, truth be told. 😦
After Christmas sales are da bomb! 😆
The best part of Christmas is the after-Christmas sales. (Well, ok, not really, but the best part of Christmas shopping happens after the day has come and gone.)
If you’ve been reading along, you no doubt remember that I despise shopping. With a capital “D”. I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
This year seemed particularly bad. We try to stay away from the Black Friday mayhem because, after all, we value our lives, and sleeping in is rare. That was probably our first mistake.
The following week, the stores here were picked clean- and I mean picked clean- every time I went to do some shopping, they were out of what I was looking for and there were consistently bare shelves. I thought, “Surely, it will get better after they re-stock before the last week.” Maybe some stores did, but not in this town. I kid you not. I don’t ever remember being SO disappointed in the lack of selection of everything, ever.
Nonetheless, they weren’t sold out on things like boot socks and curling irons, so Christmas wasn’t a total loss.
But today, I hit the jackpot. Wait- back up the bus. Come walk down memory lane with me and let me set the stage……
In the yonder days of the year 2002, Tikki caught some after- Christmas sales. She stocked up on necessities like Christmas cards and wrapping paper. Particularly wrapping paper………….. and she thought with a glad sigh, “Behold! My life is complete! I won’t have to drag myself out of the house to go find this junk for another decade! I can die happy to know I’ve completed my life’s work.” (or some such drivel)
Heck, it might have been earlier than 2002, to be honest. While there are those that fret over the “right” wrapping paper for each gift, I really don’t care. I could throw a dart and use the paper it lands on, even if it’s not wrapping paper. Will it hide what’s inside? Good ’nuff. My kids don’t particularly care, either. Honestly, it’s just not on our radar.
So, it didn’t matter to me that I bought a gazillion roles of two different patterns. No biggy.
And seriously, that was the last time I bought wrapping paper until this year. This year, I realized that unless I bought some before the holiday, I was going to run out. BOOOOO! I bought a few rolls and made it, with leftovers. I’m still aghast with sticker shock over the prices for wrapping paper……………..
Nonetheless, I was not to be deterred- this WAS the year to replenish my stock. So long as it was cheap. I didn’t care what it looked like. The most important thing in the package was the price tag on the outside wrapper.
And replenish I did.
FINALLY! A price for wrapping paper I was willing to pay! Yep. $1.24 for a pack of 4. Discounted something like 75%. I bought at least 20 packs and came home with at least 6 different flavors. I totally hit the motherlode.
Vinyl clings for the window? 75 and 37¢.
100 count colored mini lights? 67¢
But hands down, THE BEST deal I got was the dancing, singing, clucking Christmas chicken. 😆
I had searched high and low before Christmas, looking for a Christmas chicken. Nada. And, to be fair, at the original price, I would have had to leave her behind. But on clearance? For a whopping $2.24??? Why, of course, I had to take her! I nearly took her twin sister, but on second thought felt I should share the chicken love and not be so selfish. ♥♥
Now, the chicken song below isn’t as good as the one my chicken sings (or the egg song the girls sing when they need to lay eggs), of course, because there is no chicken clucking to the music, but it’s pretty close. And it’s the full version while I only have the abbreviated edition. Although………… our chicken clucks out some Christmas tunes, too, so maybe it’s a toss-up.
Anyhow. Today was a good day, even though there was shopping involved. I don’t often get lucky and score like this, but when I do, it’s B-I-G and it’ll last me nearly 10 years.
From my house to you, enjoy some chicken! ♥♥