I’m bad on Valentine’s Day, but even worse on Christmas. I go shopping at nine o’clock on December 24th every year. Nobody else is there. I’m in Toys’R’Us all by myself. I get there five minutes before closing.
We are living in a world today where lemonade is made from artificial flavors and furniture polish is made from real lemons.
If they want you to cook the dinner, at least they ought to let you shop for some of the groceries.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.