The holidays are coming. I feel it in my bones, like a cold dread. I accidentaly went to the mall yesterday, thinking I could pop in, grab a pair of socks, and be on my way. Foolish, foolish me. Hordes of old women with thousands of grandchildren were clogging the ailses of every store, argueing over the last few sale items left from day-after-Thanksgiving sales. You wouldv'e thought Holiday-themed dishes were a steal at thirty bucks a set.
Who the hell has room for dishes they only use once a year these days anyhow?
I really hate Christmas.
Who the hell has room for dishes they only use once a year these days anyhow?
I really hate Christmas.















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