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Sazerac · 11-19-2002, 11:14 AM

Sorry, Timber, I know I'm a subversive cuss, but I refuse to frequent malls or other shopping venues unless absolutely necessary from mid-November to the beginning of January. I buy a few small gifts for my family (which is very small now), and I've already gotten my wife's gift long ago, but other than that, I steer clear of any of the "mauls" as I call them at this time of year. It's probably also why I don't hate the holidays, since I try to keep them as stress-free as possible.

Thank the heavens we have no small children, for if I were faced with the prospect of braving "Rampages-R-Us", I would just as soon take a revolver to my temple and put myself out of my misery. That and Chuck E. Cheese are two very important and vital reasons why my wife and I do NOT have kids, and do not plan to do so in the forseeable future, unless someone were to perform a forced frontal lobotomy on me.

-Sazerac

11-19-2002, 11:14 AM	#22
Sazerac Ironworks Moderator Join Date: January 7, 2001 Location: Monroe, LA Age: 62 Posts: 7,387	Sorry, Timber, I know I'm a subversive cuss, but I refuse to frequent malls or other shopping venues unless absolutely necessary from mid-November to the beginning of January. I buy a few small gifts for my family (which is very small now), and I've already gotten my wife's gift long ago, but other than that, I steer clear of any of the "mauls" as I call them at this time of year. It's probably also why I don't hate the holidays, since I try to keep them as stress-free as possible. Thank the heavens we have no small children, for if I were faced with the prospect of braving "Rampages-R-Us", I would just as soon take a revolver to my temple and put myself out of my misery. That and Chuck E. Cheese are two very important and vital reasons why my wife and I do NOT have kids, and do not plan to do so in the forseeable future, unless someone were to perform a forced frontal lobotomy on me. -Sazerac __________________ "And all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams, Are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams..."