I am the Captain. I shall go down with the ship....

See all those ads up top? They're from Commission Junction. Commission Junction says they're concerned because I haven't made one red cent off their ads. They say they may drop me as a result.

All this time, and not one red cent. Oh well. I thought the blog was doing pretty well until I went back to working 50 hours a week. And of course it's that time of year.

'Tis the Season to stand in line.
'Tis the season to wait at a red traffic while sitting a football field's length away from said light.
'Tis the season to spend what little free time there is left in the day picking up this and that.
'Tis the season to make a thirty minuet errand into an hour long trip because TRAFFIC OF UNBEARABLE!!!!

Don't get me wrong. I love Christmas. I just hate what people do to it. I hate what the traffic and lines do to me. Just going for groceries is a trip I have to pack for. Let's see, change of clothes, small lunch.... And since we do eBay, you know I'm at the post office about every day. As it turns out, so is everyone else.

Traffic makes me mad--not just in an angry way, but also mad as in I-need-psych-ward-attention-mad.

I bet Christmas was so much better better it became known as "Holidays". Who can remember that far back?