Why Black Friday is Stupid

So let me get this straight... After standing in the kitchen for three days straight, cooking, cleaning, cooking, cleaning, cooking, cleaning and eating WAYYY too much the GENEROUS merchants want us to get out at 2am, stand some more, in sub-zero temperatures, then FIGHT through massive angry crowds of other women that feel as miserable as we do to search for Christmas crap for our kids and husbands... that... by the way... will be gone by the time I get there?

Gee thanks.

Think I'll pay full price on the few things I can afford, thanks to our thriving economy and Barney Frank and his affair with the FannieFreddieGuy.

Sigh...