Christmas means...

Chipmunks! Chipmunks! Chipmunks!

ALVIN!

I don't know about you, but the first thing I think about when I hear I Christmas music is Alvin and the Chipmunks. It's some of the best Christmas music ever. EVER!

I might be slightly Chipmunk obsessed. But honestly most of my favorite Christmas memories are accompanied by the Chipmunks. Even non-Christmas songs (Witch Doctor) remind me of Christmas... which is kind of sad now that I think about.

Anyway. There is no such thing as an Alvin free Christmas. I do not believe in it.

One of my friends said that when she has children she is going to tell them that Santa is a Time Lord. Which is just awesome beyond words. I have always had several issues with Santa, the main on being how the hell does he have time to stop at every single house in one night. It's just not possible. Unless he can be in more than one place at once. Or if he isn't bound by the same rules of time as we are. Hence Santa being a Time Lord. More like Santa is The Time Lord.

Sort of like the Lord of the Ring, but better. Since he doesn't have a bunch of people trying to kill him. Unless you count all the super crazy conservative religious people who think Santa is just another form of Satan... but they are kind of insane so we will just ignore them. Completely.

I really want to draw a picture of Santa as a Time Lord. He would have a freakishly large clock on a chain... hehehe... he would look like a rapper dressed up for Christmas. Heh. This is a great mental image.

I would not suggest googling it though. That was mildly disturbing.

Mid-night grocery shopping

The last few weeks I have ended up going grocery shopping after midnight. Mostly to get creamer when I have run out and forgotten to get it earlier. But I always end up getting more stuff than I go in for. It's the grocery store phenomenon.

So last night I was meandering through the produce section deciding if I would really eat those apples or if they would just rot in my fridge when I saw them. Cuties! Only the best fruit ever.



I grabbed a bag and went to checkout. Well it turned out that my cashier had no idea what she was doing. The bar code had been "cut" off and only the bottom portion was visible. Instead of looking for the other bar code that was on the opposite side of the bag she tried typing it in manually. But even in that she failed. She should have just punched in the numbers, which were perfectly legible, and called it good. Alas, she tried putting them in as produce which automatically weighs the fruit.

The bag ended up "costing" ten bucks. I was not happy. Two other cashiers came over and tried to figure out what was wrong. Even with three of them there they couldn't get it to work. Eventually a cashier service manager found his way over to us.

After telling him what had happened he told the cashier to just give me the oranges. Best shopping adventure ever.

As an added bonus I found the coolest mug on Amazon today. I don't think I need to explain it. Everything should be understood with this picture:



Does it need any more explanation?

I think not.