It’s December and the Christmas lights are coming out all over the city. Frankly… it’s disgusting. Windows, doorframes, and normally inauspicious store awnings are awash with that flickering, festive bullshit. And if the lights aren’t enough to drive you crazy those same stores insist on playing mindless holiday music that invariably spills out unto the sidewalks which I have to use on a daily basis. When you add the constant barrage of Christmas inspired advertising that greets you on every television channel and roadside billboard to this equation, well, it all becomes too much to handle for this humble blogger.
Alright here it is. Don’t freak out Vancouver, but… we need to talk.
I know those are four of the scariest words anyone in a relationship can hear, and you’re probably thinking about bolting out of here to save yourself the trouble, but if you want this to work, you better stick around and listen to what I have to say, because I don’t want to lose you woman, and that’s what it’s come to. I’m ready to walk out that door honey and I’m pretty sure I’m taking the big couch and the flat-screen with me. Do I have you attention? Good.
