Isn't it funny how some things you only think of eating during a holiday. I never have a turkey dinner unless it is Thanksgiving and I love turkey dinner.
That is so true even of me.
Linux, hehe...never heard of Christmas "foodles". I love Christmas minus the commercialism and consumerism...i'm all for the simple good old fashioned basics...with a touch of sparkle and wide-eyed wonder...gotta have that...
Agreed, but also I can't understand why Christmas causes shoppers to act so meanly as they do when the season is upon them, because supermarket shopping is a total, total nightmare. And then I see poor families struggling to make ends meet and Going Without, so to bless their children with gifts; see despair in their eyes, especially young parents who are finding things hard just to pay the mortgage when Christmas hits the shops so uncomfortably early. It's all about profits and tapping into the public's purse.
lol @ "lil pig".
what's your handle, linux?
when do those sales start?
Lovely what you said. My handle is actually "Lyra-Emma": my real name, sweetie.
In Britain, we have sales all the time. It's because of our economic climate that high street stores' profits are being cut to the bone because internet shopping and foreign imports have killed our manufacturing/retail industry.
By the time January comes round, British supermarkets will be stocking Easter groceries. For life since the Common Market has never been the same, and last year or the year before, Tesco's profits soared to £3 Billion. Little wonder the British housewife and her family are seen shopping 24/7 and Christmas will never be the same again, because on Boxing Day, said rabid housewives will be stuffing carrier bags with more stuff into more carrier bags with more shopping because the supermarkets will be selling off Christmas groceries with 2/3rds off and we women do this because we don't know how to kick back from the stick and enjoy family life without supermarkets poking their snouts into every corner of our lives.
Except mine and my awesome family of six other girls. Armed with Entels we whistle round Sainsbury's in rocket time. And Christmas puddings and mince pies only too enthusiastically leap into our trolleys.