I hate shopping. All week Cheri and Sam have been going on about how the three of us would go shopping today. It was also my week to do laundry, somehow none of my casual pants or underwear got washed this week. Since I'm not "allowed" to wear sweats commando in public, I couldn't go shopping with them. Which is perfectly fine with me because I hate shopping. So why would I want to go on black friday? By Cheri's reaction I suspect she is going to make sure that I'm not the one dong the wash Thanksgiving week next year. Just a wild guess.