It's the start of the silly season, folks, and it won't let go until the fat guy sings.
We have flea markets, Halloween parties, elections, caroling and dance shows to get through before we can hit the eggnog on Christmas Eve.
I'll try to keep up with everything. This kind of thing is a walk in the park for someone who can read a calendar, but those of you who know me would agree that I am temporally challenged and severely allergic to order.
Here goes!
ps the fat guy is, of course, Santa, and he won't sing so much as collapse in a denuded heap
pps yes, I do mean temporally, not temporarily. My defects are definitely permanent.
