"And since we've no place to go,
Let it [beep!], let it [beep!], let it [beep!]."
With the coming of snow also comes my enjoyment of those somewhat anti-Christmas Christmas movies. Right now I'm ignoring the blustery white stuff outside in favour of
Batman Returns. (For those of you just tuning in to this little bit of nowhere, Michell Pfeiffer snapped.)
However, I am pleased to note that, despite all overkill attempts by Zellers and The Bay to state that Christmas has fallen upon us like a festively-dressed Serengetti lion, our mall has no Santa, no decorations and no Christmas muzzak. (Scuttlebutt has it that the guys who head up the Maintenance department absolutely refuse to put any decorations up until the week following Remembrance Day, and that is the case, good for them.)
Sadly that will change soon enough, but I'm savouring the lull for now.
In other news...there's not a lot of other news to mention, aside from the fact that I really need to knuckle down on cleaning the apartment. I've been slacking on that to the point where the mishmashed piles of brick-a-brac are starting to acquire their own intelligence. So, off to un-bricking the brac!
Today's Lesson: no two scents could be so diabolically diverse than having a child stand before you at the counter smelling of candycane peppermint, and farts.
Labels: snow is a four-letter word
posted by Phillip at 11:00 AM
