...five napkin rings. Just when I thought it was safe to go shopping, to just zip into Mervyn's store closing sale for major bargain reconnaissance, the four calling birds winged me. It wasn't Muzak's fault, or even that darn singing reindeer wreath in the Kroger check-out lane. I suffered my attack of Little Drummer Boy syndrome in the completely unmusicated housewares department. Now I'm stuck with a continuous mental loop of The Twelve Days, and the only thing worse is pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum.
Just thought I'd share!! Isn't that what Christmas is all about??
LinkWithin
No comments:
Post a Comment