A Little Christmas Spirit Never Hurt Anyone

Pictured is a vintage santa necklace I found years back in an Arkansas flea market. And man - was it a hit at the office today!

Palm trees and 70 degree weather is an obvious Christmas spoiler. Extra effors have been taken to bring the holiday spirit nearer: Santa necklaces, A Christmas Carol theatre ticket, Amy Grant and a plane ticket to the South. I'm in the spirit and ready to be merry. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.

The Uncovered Corrupt?

It occured to my roomate the other night, that some of the famed disney characters, might not be as sweet as we was always thought.

"Come to think of it..." he spouted out of nowhere, "Tinker Bell is a fucking bitch."

I almost spit my wine out.

Was she? I'm not sure. I tend to stand by the Bells of the world, and I plan to hold out hope for this little lady.

But maybe I'm just hopeful.

Being "We" 'd Away

As the crowds of people arrive for holiday shopping - like a swarm of angry bees - so do other thorny situations. 'Tis the season of sharing, caring...and love. And I have to admit, something seems to be in the air. But is that always warm cheer, cocoa and rosy cheeks? This past weekend displayed nothing short of hard evidence that, as Samantha said it best, "That love stuff...it's a motha fucka."

We've all been in the situation where the salesperson at the store has misread or wrongly identified the relationship between you and the person you happen to be shopping with.

Anything from small insinuations to saying, "Sure...this will be perfect for you and your MOM," when maybe you were actually with your older lover.


OR perhaps, "We have great plants for smaller patios. What type of sunlight are we working with? How much space are we talking about on YOUR patio," when maybe it was just two coworkers, out shopping for a patio shrub.

There are two ways to approach the misread:

1) You can interject, making a blatant statement pronouncing the confusion is in error causing slight discomfort. Something to the nature of, "I don't know...what type of sunlight do you get on YOUR patio George? Do you even have furniture out there?"

OR

2) You can go with the flow, as to not make it uncomfortable for you or the salesperson.

I'm fine with these types of situations for the most part. They're inevitable and not to be overreacted to. What I'm not fine with, are the situations when not only is the relationship in question misread by the salesman, and not only is your fellow shopper going right along with the flow as to not make it awkward for all involved parties, BUT THEN, SMILING EAR TO EAR, HE BUILDS ON THE STORY, inserting his own little garnishes to the misread here and there. "Oh yes, WE like this plant, don't WE? WE also have a Creeping Charlie on OUR patio, so that might work nicely."

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I just want to make it known, that I prefer the first option, uncomfortable and all. And lately, I find myself gravitating strongly towards the uncomfortable.

Just thought I'd get that off my chest. MY chest.