Sunday, November 9, 2008
Bless us oh, McGone*, and these thy gifts which we are about to receive...
We did some shopping for the house this weekend and everywhere we went was packed. We had to go to IKEA, and you would have thought that they were giving away non-defective newborn babies for how crowded it was. The whole place reeked of Swedish meatballs, sweat and panic. I may have slipped on an unfortunate shopper who had been moving too slow and was trampled into goo by the credit card-wielding masses, but I was too focused on getting my Grundelhooger shelving unit and Trunsplatz garbage can to bother to look.
Here in Mpls/St. Paul, Ikea is directly next door to the Mall of America so it's TWICE THE FUN TO GO THERE, PARK THERE, AND TRY AND NOT KILL PEOPLE THERE.
Cars! Everywhere! It was pretty much pedestrian pinball just getting into the parking lot.
Oh, and that same day we had to go to a store near Rosedale, yet ANOTHER mall that was crawling with lovely, pasty, bargain-crazed Midwestern folks- kind of like Old Country Buffet on "Steak night".
The Mr. and I braved through this festering pustulance as best we could, and we even managed to not vomit at Pier 1 as Xmas music was blaring from the heavens above/the ceiling tiles as we searched in vain for an end table. We left empty-handed and humming "jingle bell rock" against our wills. We are considering experimenting with hallucinogens the next time we are forced to go shopping anywhere near a mall on the weekend. Any suggestions?
But here it is folks...the most wonderful time of the year!!!!?!?!
This song pretty much sums up how I am feeling about christmas already. Sung by my boy Bubbles, from the show Trailer Park Boys (pictured above- he loves the kitties too). If you haven't ever seen the show- you need to do so.
You can thank me later:
Better hurry! Only 45 days, 3 hours and 58 minutes until the big day!!
Oops, make that 57 minutes. C'mon people!!! Run!!!!
*In honor of our new lord and savior, McGone. Praise be to the keeper of the swine.