Tis the Season

Christmas week is off to a hectic start. I was racing full throttle to finish gift buying so that the rest of the week can be devoted to grocery shopping and cleaning in preperation for a good old fashioned Noonan family Christmas. That's sure to include a lot of screaming, eating and alcohol. Not necessarily in that order.

I was pleasantly suprised by my success today. The lines weren't too long and I only had to retrace my steps once. Apparently the computers at Best Buy make up their own inventory. I was at one location and told that the big suprise I'm getting for my mom was available at another store. I raced to the other store only to be told that no, they didn't have it, and they also didn't have my fallback item. Damn, back to the original store for the fallback which ended up costing more. Oh well...it is mom after all.

Speaking of old ladies. I believe that after a certain age, some sort of driving police should come to your house and take your license. More than once today, I was behind some geezer who decided to just stop in their lane and ponder the meaning of life. Horns don't bother these people, probably because they can't hear them, and tapping their cars only makes them wet themselves and prolongs my delay. Here's my guideline, if your teeth are in a cup at night, take the bus.

That sentiment won't endear me on my next stop. We're off to the mall so "Daughter" can visit Santa. I'm sure it will be fun, and by fun I mean mind numbingly horrible. I'll let you know. Later....Brian