Well, I hope everyone got what they wanted for Halloween—not what they deserved.
Oh . . .? Connie just reminded me that Christmas is when people get gifts, not Halloween. Sorry, wrong holiday, my bad. These days they start promoting Christmas right after the Fourth of July so I have a hard time keeping up with when the event actually occurs.
I am thankful to be rid of political ads for a while. I’m much happier watching people walk around with no pants bragging about their Depends. Too bad the politicians weren’t wearing Depends over their mouth while they were spewing all that nasty filthiness about their opponents. That would have made ads worth watching.
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Max and Cheryl were playing cards at Chip and Mindy’s house.
“Are you girls going shopping tomorrow?” asked Max.
“God, I hope not,” said Chip. “Mindy can’t leave home without spending at least two hundred dollars.”
“What?” The hair rose on the back of Mindy’s neck. “You know that’s not true. And I never buy anything over fifty dollars without asking your opinion.”
“Last week she came home with one of those ridiculous Christmas sweaters,” Chip continued. “Where’s she going to wear that? To a dog fight?”
“You said you loved it,” stammered Mindy.
“Probably to your funeral.” Cheryl grinned.