Subliminal Christmas Starts Early This Year....and unrelated topics

I am currently stuck in the hell dimension known as "I have the flu land". It's kicking my ass left and right, but it's the racist's birthday so I ran into work hoping that maybe I could sneeze on her and transmit.

I kid, I kid. The cold meds are making me crazy.

Trust me when I tell you that this post is gonna be all over the map.

So, anyway, I was at Starbucks on Saturday and I noticed the red cups are back. Then I realize the gingerbread latte is also back (Oh sweet heaven, thank you). Subliminal messages to purchase Christmas items abound. I grab my coffee and walk over to the Target to buy super glue. Christmas stuff is everywhere and my brain is going into subliminal message overdrive.

This is also, coincidentally the same day that I am supposed to meet The Gue, so I get back in the car and start driving to Princeton. Because The Gue and I are both.....what is the word I am looking for...eccentric? weird? clueless? we don't really have a plan on where to meet other than "Princeton". It's not exactly a town with 1 streetlight, you know?

We narrowed down our meeting place to Route 1, which is a major highway running through Princeton. Let this be a lesson to all of you. If you have an event that needs to be planned The Gue and I can only be entrusted to bring liquor; we should never be asked about contributing to the planning.

I'm driving down Route 1 and I know there is a Pottery Barn there so I stop to check it out. I'll be honest with you, I love the Pottery Barn; I don't want to, but I do. And yes, I heeded the siren call and found myself succumbing to their subliminal messages to purchase Christmas decorations. The Gue walked in (have you ever seen a manly man inside a Pottery Barn....it's like seeing an elephant walking down Main Street; a creature completely out of his native habitat) to find me with my arms full of super cute ornaments. I was buying them for Mr. Little Man's teacher, therapists, aide, bus driver and all the other folks that are currently in what I call "The Autism Army". I am going to tie them to their presents. Please note I have no idea what to get any of these folks, because honestly? How do you say thank you for what they do?

Now, back to the story about The Gue. After he narrowly escaped from the PB with his manhood intact we decided to go to Alchemist and Barrister. We ate, we drank, we watched football. I tried to take pictures but certain people would not cooperate. Alternately they decided they didn't want to be featured on the blog stuffing their face.

We've decided that Alchemist and Barrister will now be "our place". If you see us there you can say hi but don't be all blogerazzi.

What I am reading: I just read a Meme from my friend Lee:
72. Has anyone ever used you?
Yes. It was awesome.
What I am listening to: Otis Redding - Change is Gonna Come