So, it's Christmastime. I have vowed this year to NOT watch any themed movies this year. No It's a Wonderful Life, no Christmas Vacation, no flicks with Scrooge, Kurt Russell as Santa or "He/she saved Christmas". Nothing. Is it my mood, maybe. Or perhaps it is living in a place where you can count on it NOT snowing. This is Kitschland, the place where folks throw lights on their palm trees and shop in shorts and 2012 Bike Week T-shirts. I refuse to put a ribbon on a pig and call it a Holiday. In Dante's Inferno, he describes nine concentric circles of Hell. Surely, Florida is one of them.
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I don't think we ever had these types of lights, but I think my grandparents did.
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As they say in a gynecologists office, posts will be spotty for the next couple weeks.
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For all of you who are sending letters and postcards wondering how Whizzbang is doing, she is fine and has 2 packages ready to put under the tree. One from Bark Box and the other from Bullymake.
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Biden and his "Challenge me to do pushups, Man" is embarrassing.
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Temps are going to drop to the 68 degree-ish area next week. Can't wait. Down here that is equivalent to a 12 inch blizzard up north.
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