One word on my night: Crazy!
This year there were a few items that I "HAD" to have. So my friend, Nikki and I headed to Walmart for the show to begin.
Let me give you a bit of a background.
I came down with Conjunctivitis (Bacterial Pink Eye) on Wednesday night. Gross. I know.
By Thursday night my right eye was still swollen, the whites of my eyes had a nice design of red splashed through them and my eyelashes held a disgusting yellowish crust to them.
One word on how I looked: Hot...
A hot mess that is...
I'm sure Nikki was so happy to be sportin' around the store while people pointed in horror of the woman they determined to be either a strung-out druggie, a woman that hadn't slept in 5 days, or a stupid lady that had pink eye and felt like crap but was walking around a store for the items that she "HAD" to have.
One word for my decision: Dumb (but oh so funny)!
The running joke for the night was..."Well, at least we have an advantage. If someone gets in our way, I will just threaten to rub my eye on them:)"
One word: Brilliant!
Happy to report I did get all the gifts I had sent out to get...and I didn't have to rub my eye on any innocent bystander. It was so busy and yet so funny to watch the craze. When the electronics went on sale at midnight we couldn't help but laugh at 11:30 when people were surrounding the item that they wanted...with their hand reaching up to hold on to the item that was declared theirs.
One word: Overkill
However, not being able to see as well did hold a disadvantage. We were trying to find something that Nikki wanted at midnight. I tell you what, we searched that store over and could not find the item. I think we asked twenty associates where it would be and they each told us a different place. Mistake #1... being the "smart" person that I am, thought it would be a good idea to stand on a pallet to see over the mass of people to try and find it. Mistake #2...attempting to get off the pallet when I am uncoordinated and blind...which resulted in a fall. I don't mean the type of fall where you trip and land gracefully. Or the type where you stumble forward to fast. Or the type where you land lightly on your knees. Oh no! This is the type of fall where my legs got caught on the side bar (that I couldn't see through the film that covered my red blotched eyes) and my legs got kicked up underneath me, I flipped sideways off of the pallet, legs flying high in the air as I tumbled on my head and hands while doing a pathetic attempt of a tuck and roll somersault. I jumped up while thrusting my hands up in the air (as if I'd made a touchdown) proclaiming (to no one that cared because their hands were melted as-one with their item), that "I'm okay!"
One word: Painful
Not so painful at the time. It actually didn't hurt at all...until the morning. I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a bus. I tried to take a picture of my bruises, but I guess the camera doesn't do well with such pale skin. So imagine ghostly white-skinned legs covered in purple and yellow bruises. It's the kind of bruises that someone usually replies after seeing, "I'd hate to see what the other guy looks like." Where I would need to reply. "I know. That pallet didn't know what hit it!"
Needless to say, my children and family will receive some awesome gifts this year because of my blood, sweat and tears...literally. But they were well worth the sacrifice!!!!
