Last night I took dinner in to a dear friend who is just beginning the fight for her life against breast cancer and who had just returned home after a double mastectomy.
It surely makes all of the 'Black Friday'
hype seem downright silly.
I think tomorrow I will hug my grandchildren a little longer, call my dear dad,
kiss my sweet husband, express thanks for my four children and their great spouses and let someone else get the deal of the season.
I'm not sure BUT I think if you're wearing a ski mask AND entering a bank . . . it's not good! (and I don't think you're reading the signs on the door . . . )