'Tis The Season. Will that be Debit or Credit?

Everywhere I look I see Turkey. Honestly it's like when you cook a meal sometimes and you really just ruin your appetite...so that by the time it's down to eating what you made, you're just not into it at all. (If you cook you might know what I mean). Either ways they are ruining it for me. By the time Turkey days actually rolls around...one whole week from today, I will be so Turkey'ed out. Maybe not so chickened out but definitely Turkey'ed out. Thank goodness for sides and pie. I'm trying to not watch the Food network but I can't stay away.

Is it just me or does each festival, occassion, special day just get bigger and splashier every year? I mean it's Christmas in Starbucks already! The cups, the menus, plush Santa bears and even frosted Santa cookies. Stores like Macy's and Pier 1 have Christmas Trees and decorations all over. Hello. Wasn't the rule to turn Christmas on only after Thanksgiving? This is so stealing Thanksgiving's thunder. It's like the girls who wear knee high boots in September. Don't push the season honey.

So like I was saying, each year I think "OK this is as splashy and blitzy as it gets" and then the next year its even more. Valentine's Day, the Holidays, even Presidents day. So in your face all the time.
Clearly I watch too much television.

There is no escape. I swore to myself I wouldn't hit the "Macy's One Day Sale--lowest price of the season. Ever" and then today when I saw all these sensible old ladies from Queens lugging around their Macy's shopping bags I wanted to cry. I knew I was missing out on some crazy deal...like a 3 piece hot-pink luggage set for $39.99. Oh man. My restraint was commendable if I may say so. I didn't go. I missed it. I made myself miss it. Those toasters, the bed-in-a-bag thingies (who the $#&^%% buys a bed in a bag?) I missed it all.

It's like on Black Friday...the day after Thanksgiving when I toss around in bed at 5 a.m. thinking of all the deals people are scoring as I lie there uselessly. What will fellow bargain-scorers think of me? Will I go this year or will I toss restrainingly in bed while my credit card breathes a sigh of relief and Yuletide joy?
We shall see my friends. We shall see.