Once again Santa...all I want for X-mas is Jessica Simpson under my tree. I'm sure you will just drop off another one of those Olsen twins and mumble your way through an excuse.
I awoke this morning to a "clatter" as the book says. Unfortunately it was not eight tiny reindeer on the roof but the air conditioner kicking in. Thats right, you heard me. After a hot cup of coffee (black) and a time check (didn't want to miss my Regis and Kelly Christmas special), I ventured outside to see how much snow had fallen. Once again....ZERO. If that wasn't bad enough, it was a blazing 72 degrees. Now you might think WOW, but give me time to really paint the picture. Not only was it semi hot, but it was balmy, rainy and steamy. Folks it was shorts and wife beater kind of weather. It was like your parents promising you a trip to Disney World and pulling into Six Flags over Flint Michigan.
I love Christmas more than the normal person. I start planning for next year on December 26. I love the traffic, the mall decorations, the lights...everything! I think this could be the year that I finally realize Christmas is never going to be like it is on T.V. Bing isn't gonna come singing down the lane with a faint snowy backdrop. We are never going to roast any chestnuts and Christmas eve will always be spent sleeping shirtless with a thin sheet! Damn you Hollywood for making Christmas something we southerners can never experience.
Until next time...Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...then clean all that crap up!
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You said it. I went hunting last week in shorts. Unreal. Oh, and Jessica Simpson has most definitely lost her luster.
You didn't get Jessica and you didn't get snow. Suck it up cupcake!
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