Christmas music before Labor Day

My peeps can eat all the Peeps they want.

I prefer Cream Eggs. Oh Sweet Jesus.

 

Peeps suck!

 

OK, that's insane. I know it seems like everyone has put out a Christmas CD by now, but unless you start that format with about a month before the holiday -- i.e. Thanksgiving -- I don't care to listen. I need to be in the mood to listen to that mood music.

 

Is it wrong of me to have read that and thought "hmmmm...sounds pretty good"

There is a reason I weigh what I weigh.

 

I was dieting at Easter and didn't have a single Cream Egg.

Why, oh why, did I do that?

 

I could easily get through the sandwich, but I don't think I could handle the cheese fries, plus 40 ounces of Dew. And I'd definitely pass on the sugar pecan log.

 

I really feel like hitting my mp3 of the Pgues' "Fairytale of New York" about now. The ultimate Christmas song (and makes me wonder how the @#$% Shane McGowan managed to outlive Kirsty McColl).

 

Do I really want to know what was going on at the end of this post?
Sounds like there was a little Meg Ryan at the deli happening.

 

Mercifully, it's just Salt Lake City.

Personally, I get irritated when one of the classier department stores in my area puts up the Christmas tree displays by Oct. 1!!

By the time Christmas rolls around, I make Scrooge, before Marley and his other three visitors show up, seem like the happiest man on the planet.

 

It's the cream. I can't help it.

 

That's going on your tombstone, you know.