Sunday, November 22, 2009
November 16-18, 2009
When you go through bouts of self criticism, all you can do is pop open a can of whipped cream and hope for the best.
You gotta love that aerosol.
I love Christmas.
I mean seriously love Christmas.
From the moment my Thanksgiving dinner fork is put down I am in full jolly swing.
I dress the tree, wrap the presents, make the caramels, and so on. All to a merry soundtrack.
But I also happen to think that listening to Christmas music, watching Christmas commercials, and seeing Christmas specials as soon as Halloween ends cheapens the whole experience substantially.
...I suppose by next week none of this will matter.
And nothing that was worth talking about, could be talked about.