Tis the season….

Do you remember the taste of candy corn?  What holiday was that? Which one are we shopping for now? 

Yes, Halloween is gone.  The last of the 12 gourmet flavors of candy corn has been marked down to 50 cents a box.  All the fall decorations are being replaced with Christmas already.  Thanksgiving is a now just a benchmark for when the shopping fiasco starts.  Can you tell I’m excited about the holidays???

Well, I remember family gatherings with 40-50 people in my grandparents house.  Today, I hardly see the people I share a house with unless we schedule time to be home together.  The holidays are not what they used to be.  I’m all for Freedom of Speech, but our society has become so ‘politically correct’ that you can’t really speak your mind to another person for fear of being sued.  There’s a couple of email jokes that circulate regularly about how life was if you grew up before 1980.  We didn’t have nearly as many protective agencies, we ran with scissors, we… omg… said what we thought!!  Yes, we may have hurt someone’s feelings. But guess what??  It wasn’t worth shooting someone over. 

I probably would be looking forward to the season more if I had not just totalled my car.  My new car, less than a year old.  I hit a deer.  Damn thing jumped out in front of me.  I didn’t even have time to hit my brakes.  The airbag hit my hand.  It’s all bruised and swollen.  I can use it, but it hurts like crazy.  On the bright side, I’m getting a new car hopefully by the end of the week.  Then again, I have to try to sign 10,000 forms with a sore hand. 

I don’t like being in crowds during the holiday season.  People are generally in bad moods, letting all their negative energy seep into the atmosphere around them to poison the air like a bad fart.  I should be okay now that I’ve vented about my car.  I just have to remember to avoid people in large groups.  Woo Hoo!  Tis the season…

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One thought on “Tis the season….”

  1. Hey, consider yourself lucky… if the air bag had messed up my hand, it would have stopped me from working, and destroyed my sex life, all in one fell swoop.

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