ho-hum. it's like 80 degrees here which is a teensie bit annoying to someone that had put all their shorts and tees away because she thought it was getting colder. poop.
i was agreeing with the sentiments expressed by liz over at
house arrest - i, too, can't believe it's the holiday season already. everything's all red and green and "buy now! and save!" and your marriage will be better if you buy these pieces of jewelry and your kids will be cool if you buy them this entire catalog of toys! happy freakin' christmas!
i do love the holiday season for the twinkle lights and xmas trees and hot cocoa with candy cane stirrers and all that crap. i hate the buying of the gifts. unless it's something really clever and cool, gift buying becomes ulcer-inducing for me. the holiday season usually means one thing for me: what the hell do i buy my pops? the man needs or wants nothing. he's handyman extraordinaire - anything he needs, he just makes it. need a picnic table? he'll make you one. need a new door for your house? he'll make you one. he has three grills, two riding lawnmowers, two motorcycles. yes, he and my mom are motorcycle riders. they already have matching helmets with red and orange flames on them - so that gift idea is out the window. last year i got him dunkin' donuts gift certificates - i swear i did. i'm 29 and i can't figure out what to get my dad. crappers.
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