I stopped at a store on the way home from work.
They were starting to put out their Christmas displays and merchandise.
I enjoy the holiday season as much as the rest of the world, but I don't want to see Christmas (aka "Holiday" to be politically correct) decorations in early September. I don't want to see them in September at all.
Sad. So sad. It makes me not want to shop at all.
(Except that I did get a nice pair of shoes in the store next door.)
Merry Freakin' Christmas!
They were starting to put out their Christmas displays and merchandise.
I enjoy the holiday season as much as the rest of the world, but I don't want to see Christmas (aka "Holiday" to be politically correct) decorations in early September. I don't want to see them in September at all.
Sad. So sad. It makes me not want to shop at all.
(Except that I did get a nice pair of shoes in the store next door.)
Merry Freakin' Christmas!
It's a grey Sunday morning as I sit in a suburb of Detroit. I was just watching the yellow finches out the window chowing down on the seeds in the sunflowers (having their breakfast) and I saw a beautiful orange bird. I looked it up in my bird book and it's a Baltimore Oriole - what it is doing so far west, I don't know. I think that Ernesto might have blown it off it's tracks and it's now hiding in our trumpet vine plant. That's cool - the plant is orange and green, the bird is orange and black. It reminded me of a post that I saw on Robin Atkins blog (
