My LEAST FAVORITE Christmas carol. Believe it or not, it’s been around since 1941. (For some reason, I thought it was written in the seventies. Maybe that’s just when it started to REALLY get on my nerves.)
I once had three cats – the two females got along, and they were both united in their hatred of the younger male kitten. One day, they had a truce so they could share a spot of fleeting sunshine. My husband captured it on film and even called me at work to tell me about it.
My husband was in the drive-thru line at McDonald’s, and the woman in front of him was attempting to order a Whopper. When told that Burger King is the Home of the Whopper, she INSISTED she had gotten one here before. (I believe she ended up with a Quarter Pounder, and drove away satisfied that she had it HER WAY.)
Maybe you’d be better off asking if she’s choosing the fresh & tasty Democracy sandwich, or the stale Fascist sandwich with barbecue sauce that doesn’t touch the edges.
My LEAST FAVORITE Christmas carol. Believe it or not, it’s been around since 1941. (For some reason, I thought it was written in the seventies. Maybe that’s just when it started to REALLY get on my nerves.)