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Christmas 2021 - Omicron version

I would shop at that store. Just like me, it too has given up on Valentine's Day.
First year I worked at the store on Christmas Day, was fascinated watching out of the corner of my eye managers and stockers transform Christmas displays into Valentine's display.
 
If you are truly a southerner, you know the difference between country ham and city ham.
My brother-in-law works for a pork company.
There is an old black gentleman well into his 90s who works for the company and has been specializing is curing country hams for more than 80 years. If you can buy one of his hams, which you can't, they sell for $200+ each year at Christmas.
Bro-in-law gets a super discount, but holy mother of goodness, they are worth every penny.

as God as my witness, I've lived in the South for two decades and had no idea such a distinction existed. I knew country ham is a thing (and I love it), but had never heard the phrase city ham until this post. My world is changed.
 
Realized today we forgot a present for my year-old niece. And my wife wanted stocking stuffers for my dad. Hauled ass over to Target which was picked over. Lego aisles normally filled to the brim basically was reduced to the plastic block equivalent of cream of celery that you can't get rid of. Babies toys were all but gone. The best sugar snacks were picked over. Ended up wondering for almost two hours trying to cobble something together. Then I had to hit up the supermarket for one last thing for my dad. Of course it's packed. Person working the self checkout was yelling every two minutes at prove trying to jump the line. Then I'm leaving and some dingus's car alarm is going off. Not sure if he was the last person on the planet to still use one or if they hit that panic button because they forgot where they parked. The lot isn't huge. Whole thing reminded me why I don't go out on Christmas Eve.

They said, this Christmas is going to be a special one. And I'm very happy to put up with the nonsense for this one.

Happy Christmas all!
 
My daughter is a musical theatre kid. In fact, studying for her BFA in Musical Theatre in NYC. Finished her freshman first semester with a 3.94 and has more confidence in herself than ever (maybe for the first time). She's realistic about how hard this is as a career, but, in her ballet professor's words - "Oh, she belongs in the room."

So, a terrific, wonderful Fall. And now, she's home. All she's wanted is to see "Six, The Musical." (Us, too.) We have 4th row tickets for January to give her tomorrow morning.

But...omicron.

I'm running out of hope.
 
If you want to see high comedy, check out the checkout at Bama Fever/Tiger Pride on Christmas Eve. Men holding Auburn shirts like they were a soiled diaper and begging for forgiveness unprompted. "I hate to even get this .. But my son went to Auburn and he's raising his kids to be Auburn … Hide that in the bottom of the bag." They look like Baptist preachers busted at the package store.

That's forking fabulous. I am absolutely stealing that and putting it up on my Facebook.
 

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