I drove behind a semi-truck for a couple of miles that was either full of freshly cut evergreen trees or Vicks Vaporub.
I heard bells chime on a classical recording yesterday morning.
Last week I could see my breath.
Is it wrong that I spent 20 minutes in the totally premature and inappropriate decorations isle in mid-September pushing buttons on jiggly snowmen so
I Magoo could watch them dance and sing carols?
When we walked into Costco and Laylee saw the sparkling lights, trees and snowmen, she said, “Those are Christmas decorations.Â It’s not Christmas yet.Â [pointing to the decorations.]Â That’s NOT. RIGHT.”
Guess I shouldn’t tell her that one year in college I decorated for Christmas on Halloween night.Â I’m certain she would not approve.
Don’t those sparkles remind you of a certain season, a large new star that appeared somewhere or other, a giant nutcracker?Â Yeah, me neither.Â Juuuuuust checking.
reasons:Â cabbage-patch kids