I caught a glimpse of a bumber sticker the other day that read "We Say Merry Christmas". Okay. When do they say it? All the frakking time? I want a bumper sticker that reads "We Say See You in Hell", because that's what we say sometimes. I probably won't utter the words Merry Christmas until December 23rd or so.
We were on our way to the mall in Poughkeepsie to take Mrs Vache Folle's nephews shopping. They had earned money doing chores around the house that morning and had gotten their Christmas money from Mrs VF, so they had a few bucks to toss around. The mall was a zoo, and I should have taken a Xanax before I went there. The mall forbids youths to enter without an adult escort on weekend evenings after 4, so there were lots of mall thugs harassing teenagers for godonlyreallyknows what for. There was lots of noise and "music" and shiny things, and I was way overstimulated. Note to self: avoid mall on Saturday after Thanksgiving. Even Barnes & Noble was a madhouse.
We took the lads to an all you can eat buffet before we hit the mall, and I began to worry if we might not be banned from the place. They ate prodigious quantities of food, especially the ten year old (six plates). Their mother must go broke at the grocery store feeding those ravenous maws.
Ellis Island was worth doing. The Statue of Liberty not so much.
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As opposed to Happy Holidays, as said by those evil secular humanist types
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