Hey everybody, it’s BUY NOTHING DAY! That’s right, that glorious day of the year when you too, just like me, can avoid the pressure, anxiety and constipation-inducing madness of sweating over getting “bargains” with the teeming masses and let your wallet have a breather! It’s the easiest holiday to get into, because you participate by not participating!

Let’s reminiscence, through photos, of my “Buy Nothing Day”‘s past…

2008: the first year the Boy and I did “Buy Nothing Day”. We also made tee-shirts using stencils.

2008 again: pretty sure this was the year I was watching “The Girls Next Door” so posing topless must have seemed like a greeeeat idea. Ah, youth!

2009: spoofing PETA, of course.

I seem to recall that I had just started smoking again after quitting for a while, that’s why cigarettes made the sign. Subconsciously I must have wanted to quit.

Who knows what we did in 2010 (too lazy to bring up the blog entry now), but here I am in Boise last year, not buying a damn thing. I even wanted a butter rum flavor-dipped cone from “Big Bun” and resisted that day. Success!

The alarm went off at 6 this morning and I couldn’t fall back asleep, but I’m not too bitter. I’m going to do some Pilates (I signed up for Hulu recently so I’ve been exploring the Pilates clips they have) and then I have a doctor’s appointment to refill my Tr@zadone. I ate freely last night–turkey, oyster stuffing (YUM), brown sugar-smothered yams and deviled eggs and the tiniest sliver of pumpkin pie and ice cream–and lost weight this morning, which really is a Thanksgiving miracle. The Boy gained two pounds. Difference? BEER.

Happy Buy Nothing Day!