Nov 26, 2010 21:13
It was early evening and Joan was sitting in her favorite chair, staring blankly at the TV while sipping a cup of hot chocolate.
She was utterly exhausted thanks to an order from a certain someone that she needed to be at a particular store before the sun rose to help some little boy get his dying mother a pair of shoes for Christmas.
If she never had to leave the house on Black Friday again, it would be too soon.
[i am awful, yes. post open for roomie/phone calls/visits/whathaveyou]