My LEAST FAVORITE Christmas carol. Believe it or not, it’s been around since 1941. (For some reason, I thought it was written in the seventies. Maybe that’s just when it started to REALLY get on my nerves.)
I once had three cats – the two females got along, and they were both united in their hatred of the younger male kitten. One day, they had a truce so they could share a spot of fleeting sunshine. My husband captured it on film and even called me at work to tell me about it.
My husband was in the drive-thru line at McDonald’s, and the woman in front of him was attempting to order a Whopper. When told that Burger King is the Home of the Whopper, she INSISTED she had gotten one here before. (I believe she ended up with a Quarter Pounder, and drove away satisfied that she had it HER WAY.)
Turkey vultures are pretty chill.