After which I threw the rest of them away. In fact, I tossed most of the left-over sweets away,
So I threw the Kroger Mini Pumpkin Cheese Bites and their sweet cohorts into the trash so that they would shut up and stop calling to me. And they did. I have no regrets.
The sweets off my radar, I was able to get on with the rest of my weekend.
Some of my piano students and parents regularly tell me that our Winter Recital (see posts from 12/03/14 and 12/04/14) kicks off the Christmas season for them.
Seems that way for me, too. Maybe it's the rush of relief I always feel in tandem with all the lights and decorations all around that puts me in the holiday spirit, but I was feeling it. I felt like going out and walking around the mall, taking in the decorations, the lights, the music, the crowds and basking in the glowing feeling that I didn't have to do any Christmas shopping this year. Or any year. Ever. Except for few little trinkets for my two grandbabies.
Tom and I have never given each other gifts for any occasion - except that one time before we were married that he gave me a pair of army gloves for Valentine's Day (see post from 2/14/2014) - and we decided to stop giving Christmas gifts to friends and family shortly after we were married, much to the delight of some who loved the idea of no more Christmas shopping, and to the horror of others who were appalled by the idea of no more Christmas shopping.
But anyway, even though I didn't have any Christmas shopping to do, I did have some Christmas-related shopping to do. Our grandbabies, who will be arriving from warm, sunny Los Angeles to spend Christmas with us, don't own any warm coats or cold-weather clothes, so we needed to do some clothes shopping.
So after a stroll around Eastland Mall to take in the Christmas sights,
Alas, I went crazy:
When I told my son Tommy how much I spent he laughed, "How did you manage to spend almost $60 at the thrift store?"
(Sigh). 'Tis the season.