My car smells intoxicating-ly like a Christmas tree. Horrifyingly like a Christmas tree. But I'm not taking that thing down. That's over 6 dollars worth of smell, friends. Let me explain.
On Saturday, I went out with my two best friends in the world for an exciting trip to Cracker Barrel. I think Cracker Barrel is where I would have Christmas dinner if I couldn't have it at home. It's just a magical, southern feel good destination. However, there were so many things that should have indicated to me this would be a trip like no other. For one, a grumpy old man yelled at us from across the restaurant to be quiet. His words were something like, "Shut the hell up! You scared the hell out of that guy behind you! We're trying to eat!!!!" This was all due to my friend laughing. I hope he doesn't get to see Christmas this year. What's that Santa/Jesus? You heard that? I'm sorry. I didn't really mean it. unless you agree...
So, we got to the counter where you pay. And I saw these beauties up in the left corner. What beautiful air fresheners! And Yankee Candle? They're sure to smell great! The price was unmarked, so I almost asked how much they were. But then I thought, my zeal for Christmas knows no price. They couldn't be more than 4 or 5 dollars. My bill was 11 dollars before I added them. As the woman scanned my friends, made small talk about their good scent, and bagged them... I looked up. 18 dollars. Are you kidding me? I could have had another serving of chicken and rice...
So friends, take a ride in my car. Know what it's like to BREATHE, I mean really BREATHE Christmas.
