Have I ever told you how much I hate Christmas shopping? I took my mother out shopping last night. It actually wasn't that bad. Maybe because it isn't Christmas Eve. There's something about the waves of people that actually make me seasick. We whitnessed a couple of misbehaved children that almost made me wanna squeeze out a couple....NOT! The worst thing about Christmas is having to listen to Christmas carols shortly after Halloween. I can't take it anymore. This 12 drinks of Christmas has got to be the worst holiday song EVA! My Wiccan roommate who was raised Greek Orthodox has our newly heated appartment decked to the gills! It's kind of funny, our Christmas tree is lit up....like a Christmas tree. I woke up this morning in a slight sweat. I've become so accustomed to the appartment at 50 degrees that I'm a bit uncomfortable when it's 68 degrees. I had to drop the thermostat down to 60. My roommate, as thin as she is, didn't even complain. She said the same thing about the heat. I think it's so funny when the skinny chicks at work bring in space heaters and leave them cranked under their desks. I tell them to gain 50 pounds and they'll never be cold again. As God is my whitness, I'll never go cold again (a-la Scarlett O'Hara). This was a cute little clip I came across, hey, at least it isn't a re-run of Burl Ives singing Holly Jolly Christmas as Frosty in one of those cheesey 1960's animes. This clip is dedicated to my Redneck friend from Okeechobee Florida. He looks like a thin version of Larry the Cable Guy but dresses and sounds just like him. Yee-haw!