Yesterday, my husband plopped the local newspaper onto the bed. I picked it up, and for a minute, thought he had brought home a Sunday newspaper. There were so many ads in the newspaper, I don't think there was much of the "news" in the paper to read. Really? Do we need to have so many ads in our paper? Well, as many people take this shopping experience seriously, I stay home. Far, far away from the pushing and shoving and name calling. Many moons ago, I too joined the crazy group of shoppers. Only for me, I shopped for half-price toys for my kids when they were younger. A few years later, my husband couldn't understand why I didn't shop on the Friday after Thanksgiving anymore. He decided he would get up at 5:00am and head to Wal-mart. Well, he arrived, turned out and went to a Bob Evans for breakfast, and returned home. He tells his story each year now, telling people they have to be "crazy" to shop during thi...