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I refuse to shop at all during Thanksgiving weekend. Then again, I hate shopping, so it's not a real sacrifice.
I understand Santa's frustration. Twitter can be a cruel place. Usually I hang in pretty tame circles but even still sometimes "controversy" spills over there too. Luckily, not most of the time.
nonamedufus said…
I think my blog still posts automatically to Twitter but it's been some time since I've been active there. The only place I'm active these days is Facebook and that can be scary sometimes, too.
nonamedufus said…
Gee, I'd hate to be on your Christmas list. Oh, yeah. You probably don't have one.
I have one. It's just very short... and most everything I get is available online. (It's so handy only having one child.) Truth be told, I don't usually buy things for people unless I see things that strike my fancy. (Like caution tape socks.) So the rest of the relatives are usually SOL. Although, if I had grandchildren, it would be another story.
nonamedufus said…
The only trouble with shopping for grandchildren is you don't know when to stop!

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