Happy New Year!
Stockings
may be hanging by the chimney, but it’s the day after
Christmas and I desperately need a pair of warm black tights that don’t fit
like a torture device. So I venture to find tights in a Bullet department store. I’ll use true brand names as soon as I figure
out how to monetize unsolicited corporate mentions in my blog, soon to be vlog,
after I organize a committee to prepare a bi-partisan report advising me how to
avoid my too many electronic platforms, not enough technical support cliff.
Have I digressed already? Be warned I am amazingly
adept at taking flight on tangents. In fact it is my most endearing quality. Anyway, day after Christmas entering Bullet department store, the return / exchange
line, 3 people deep, stretches all the way to the greeting card section; where
employees were putting on display, wait for it… Valentine’s Day cards!
Whoa Nellie! Can I get through the greetings for this year’s remaining holidays?
Happy Kwanzaa!
By
the way, I’m still looking for those elusive black textured tights.
Maybe I’ll find
them by Valentine's Day!
